#being kissed and loved and possibly fucked while I’m high to try and keep me in a positive and safe headspace while high

[bigothteddies]

first 4/20 where I do kinda wish I was getting high :/

[helluvapoison]

Sing, Little Songbird

The Vees x Singer!Reader

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˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Since it’s not something he can exploit in his line of work, Val lets himself simply enjoy your gift

• His eyes may not be great but his hearing is impeccable

• A day won’t go by without him cupping your chin and asking for a song

• “Sweet pájaro,” He purrs, “Sing for me, won’t you?”

• Jokes about putting you in a golden birdcage or having you be his alarm clock

• He likes to put a hand on your throat while you hum or sing, seemingly entranced until you stop

• Valentino will take your hands mid song and begin to dance with you

• “Keep singing,” He says firmly yet soft, as if not trying to interrupt you entirely

• He’ll tell you to learn a song for him every now and then

• Randomly, Val will have Kitty get you tea with lemon. It’s not optional, you’re drinking it

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Acts offended when she catches you singing in the shower. Perched on the counter when you pulled the curtain, she has her arms crossed and a rather peeved expression on her face

• “Why didn’t I know you could do this?”

• She scares the everloving crap out of you, you almost break your neck, “Have you been sitting there this whole time!?”

• Velvette has creative business partners, sure, but a gifted sweetheart is just another leg up in the world

• She wants to collaborate immediately. Incorporate your singing into her shows and be the “it” couple she knows the two of you can be

• Take this as a major compliment because she doesn’t like sharing credit

• —And she isn’t handing this out just because you’re dating, either! She knows talent when she sees it!

• Whether or not you take her up on her offer, Velvette loves to hear you sing

• She made a playlist of songs that remind her of your relationship, she gets giggly when she hears you singing one of them

• “I could make you famous in two minutes flat, you know.” Velvette praises when you’re finished

• “How would I get to hold you if I was always on a stage, hm? Would you be my groupie?”

• Cackling, she rolls her eyes, “As if! You’d get my autograph across your chest and dedicate every single song to me!”

• “Good thing I’m happy doing that right here,” You grin, hugging her close

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Is it bad the first time he heard you singing he thought of no less than a thousand ways to put that voice to use?

• (Don’t answer that)

• Vox asked you a handful of times if you’d be the voice of Voxtech but you declined, worried it might ruin the activity entirely

• The possibility never occurred to him

• “Forget I asked! Your voice is priceless to me, anyways.”

• It doesn’t stop though! When you sing, Vox gets a plethora of ideas! Ringtones, jingles, commercials, you name it and he’s already thought of it!

• He’ll grab your shoulders, cutting off your song, lift you up for a kiss to the cheek and disappear!

• “Birdy, you’re the fucking greatest! Imagine the numbers we’d be seeing if you let me use you instead of that wannabe Mayday cunt.”

• It’s a compliment to you more than an insult to the singer (er, supposed to be anyways)

• “What happened to being priceless?” You faux pout

• “I can’t help it! You know I’m your biggest fan,” Vox purrs, coming up behind you and holding your hips, “How bout a private concert?”

• “You’re on a work high, aren’t you? Feening for some more inspiration, Voxxy?”

• “…Maybe.”

[desmond69miles]

okay so… devil may cry….

dmc boys being overstimulated by a sex toy (vibe? fleshlight? surprise me :D)

this is what I’m SAYING.

Tags: use of sex toys (vibe/fleshlight), light overstim, a lot of c-u-m, heavy praise, sub dmc men.

Char. included: Dante & Vergil.

Dante [-: Dante loves having sex toys used on him. He'd be open to the conversation that talks about sex toys and is very willing to be your test bunny. He could possibly be a little too willing, wanting to immediately go to sex without the discussion of safe words and boundaries.

[-: I'd think he'd be open to most every sex toys, including toys that go up you or him.

Hips positioned above his face, one of your hands rested on his thigh while the other held a dark red stroker tight around his cock. Dante's tongue flicked around your hole and his hands were tight against your hips, keeping you flush to his mouth. Occasionally you stuttered when he hit a good spot, head hanging low as your hand loosened around the stroker.

"Fuck, baby, don't stop." He'd say as you quickly jerked him off, slowing down sometimes around his tip. He wasn't quiet and you knew it was pointless to get him to try to be quiet, so you could only hope the neighbors had a good pair of headphones. Dante's hips chased after your hand when you pulled off just as he was about to cum, a high and whiny whimper coming from your boyfriend.

"C'mon! I was so close." You giggled at his whining and pushed the stroker back onto his leaking cock. Pumping once, twice slowly just to give Dante a thought of a slow orgasm, only to speed up quickly. Dante's head fell back against the pillows as he groaned and whined, hips roughly snapping to meet your hand. It came on so quickly neither of you really noticed, Dante's cum painting his and your stomach.

A "Fuck.." was drawn slow out of Dante. You both laid in bliss for a little while before he roughly grabbed your hips and pushed you off of him, reversing the positions so now Dante hovered over you, pressing a wet kiss to your lips. "My turn now, babe."

Vergil [-: Vergil's not as open as Dante would be. It would take a lot more convincing to allow him to let you use a toy on him, like thorough begging. Maybe if you allowed him to try them out on you first would he allow you to try them.

[-: When he does allow you to use them on him, he's all quiet whimpers and groans. His fists are tightly balled up in the sheets, hips subconsciously pumping up into your hand.

Your hand is tight around the base of his cock, a small yet powerful bullet vibe pressed harsh against the underside of his tip. His thighs tensed, mind fighting off the urge to bend his knees to stave off the upcoming orgasm. His big hands were gripping the sheet below him tightly and his hips gently jerked up, head tilted way back into the sheets. 'He's gonna bite his lip off if he keeps biting down like that,' you thought. 'Cute, though.'

You knew Vergil wasn't above begging, and if you'd try to push him to the point of begging he'd shut down. So, your hand let go of his cock and the other pushed the vibe so his penis was flush against his lower tummy. Your free hand ran across his thigh, running up towards his hips, trailing up to his chest. You gently raked your nails across his muscles and watched his tummy flex.

"I-I'm going to cum." Vergil says so matter-of-factly, still so in character. "Go ahead, you deserve it. You've been such a good boy for me." You watched his face flex at your praise and you knew at the moment he wanted to shoot back but couldn't as his dick twitched, cum shooting and pooling where his tip was pressed into his stomach. "Good boy. Do you want another one?" You asked sweetly, Vergil's body going limp as he relishes in the waves of a powerful orgasm. Your husband let out a weak breath and a low 'no.' You hummed in response and shut off the vibrator that had been forgotten about. "I'll go get a towel and some water, alright? We can also take a bath if you want." You slid off the bed and put the vibe to the side, leaning over Vergil's head. Your still-lubed fingers brushed a strand of free hair off of his head and your lips gave a warm kiss to his forehead, cheek, and then a chaste one on his lips.

<3

[hwangyeddeongie]

hey! do you have any yeji nsfw hcs? she’s been driving me crazy lately 😵‍💫

Aww yisss my first anon! Welcome :) (also yes, when does yeji NOT drive us crazy)

CW: smut. Men and minors DNI. I suggest going to find something angstier or fluffier :)

I’ve never done a hc format before so I hope this doesn’t suck lol

(I’m the #1 believer in switch!yeji even though @ddeongies might disagree with me so switch!yeji it is 😈)

-first sub yeji cos she’s literally my baby

-literally such a softie both in bed and out of it

-takes care of you soooo well

-her favourite thing is being eaten out, like there’s nothing better for her

-thinks the sight of your head between her legs is one of the sexiest things ever

-blushes a lot

-like a LOT

-you look up from eating her out and she’ll turn bright red

-super loud but tries to hide it by stuffing her fingers in her mouth or biting her fist

-her eyes will start to flutter closed but she forces herself to keep them open cos she loves looking at you

-she 100% wants to make you feel good too, like she won’t be satisfied until she makes you come

-even if she’s overstimulated to the point of pain, she won’t stop moving against you until you come

-if you use a strap on her, she likes to ride

-she’ll put her forehead on yours or on your shoulder and absolutely grab at your hair

-if you grab her hips while she’s on top of you. oh my god. she’ll whimper SO loud

-be prepared for her to bite you, especially to muffle her moans

-speaking of moans

-she literally makes the prettiest noises?? 🥺

-all high and whiny and breathless she really makes it known you’re making her feel good

-not really talkative? like she’s very loud but poor baby can barely make a single coherent thought and you’re literally fucking her silly

-at least when she’s bottoming

-which brings me to (drumroll please)

-dom yeji 🧎‍♀️

-SO cocky

-like it’s a complete 180 from when she’s in her sub space

-she can still be shy though cos she’s yeji and she flusters really easily (and I said so >:<)

-here is where I insert my yeji oppa agenda

-has a HUGE daddy kink

-call her oppa/daddy? two possible outcomes:

-1: she’ll get super blushy and shy and bury her head in your shoulder

-2: she’ll smirk and adjust the angle she’s fucking you at to make you SCREAM

-“you make me feel so good, daddy.” “Mmh, gonna make me come, oppa.” SHE GOES ABSOLUTELY FERAL

-loves to point out how much you want her

-“you’re so wet already, baby. All of this for me?” “I’ve barely done anything and you’re already begging?” “be a good girl for daddy and tell me how good I make you feel” 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

-her strap game is out of this world do I even have to say it

-her favourite position is you under her with your legs spread cos she loves to see your face when you come

-she’ll also show off her strength to you cos she knows it turns you on

-she’ll fuck you against the wall just holding you up with her hands because she’s daddy like that

-won’t rest until you can’t say anything except her name and maybe “daddy”

-regardless of if she’s top or bottom, she’ll ALWAYS say “I love you”, when she’s coming, when you’re coming, when she’s kissing you

-she just loves you a lot :(

-now onto aftercare

-so so soft

-if she was topping, she’ll lay you down gently and go get you a glass of water and a warm towel to clean you off

-if she’s completely fucked out she’ll curl into your side and put her head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat

-will always cuddle you to death

-she will literally cry if you try to leave the bed

-if you have to go to the bathroom she’ll follow you all pouty and wrapped up in a blanket like a burrito

-loves showering with you afterwards and massaging shampoo into your hair

-if you’re both not too tired this will probably lead to another round in the shower

-didn’t mention this earlier but she LOVES hickies and will leave them any chance she gets

-loves to admire them when you’re both lying in bed, still panting

-she’ll trace them with her fingers and kiss them 😭

-because she’s an idol, she can’t really let you leave any on her (which makes her so sad) but she’ll let you mark her up in…discreet places

-(around her breasts, on her lower hips, and her inner thighs)

-this also goes for you if you’re also an idol

-sometimes you’ll leave a very obvious hickey smack on her neck if you’re feeling territorial

-she’ll whine and complain about it but she secretly loves it

-you know because she makes no effort to cover it up the next morning and literally shows it off at work

-anyway I’m a sucker for hickies but LETS MOVE ON

-when you wake up (sore, obviously) it’ll be from her peppering kisses all over your face

-she’ll say “good morning baby” in that deep, raspy voice of hers (save me omg)

-which inevitably turns you on and leads to another round

-(see this is why I could never date her because I would never let the poor woman leave the bed)

-she’ll be SUPER gentle though, since you’re both extra sensitive in the mornings

-you’ll make breakfast since we all know yeji cannot be alone in the kitchen

-she’ll give you back hugs while you cook and keep kissing the back of your neck

-she’s just very clingy okay :(

-if she has to go to work she’ll give you a long, deep kiss that leaves you breathless

-throws out an “I love you!” as she walks out the door + her notorious eye smile

[ryejism]

need some ryeji shower sex after dance practice where both of them were just feeling hot and bothered the whole day without being able to do anything about it since they have to keep quiet about their relationship:(

ryujin softly knocked on yeji’s bathroom door, getting greeted with a half naked yeji peeking through the crack with a smirk, “ came to join me? “ ryujin just nodded shyly while she slid in through the crack as quickly as possible before one of the other girls saw her.

they were always clingy together, the girls knew it and didn’t think much of it. they didn’t bat an eye at the amount of times ryujin has been found sleeping in yeji’s room instead of her own, the way ryujin and yeji would wrap their arms around each other in the morning while they made breakfast, or when yeji would casually sit in ryujin’s lap. but they never saw them sneaking off to the bathroom together to shower, nor did ryujin or yeji want them to.

“ just to… you know, save water. “ ryujin joked, and yeji chuckled at her. they both know that’s not the reason.

ryujin watched as yeji undid her bra and let it drop to the floor, unleashing her perky tits that ryujin had been staring at the entire day, helpless as it’s rare they’re alone like this.

she followed yeji, undressing as well and stepping into the shower with her. they basked in the steamy water while they held and kissed each other, feeling up on their bodies.

ryujin pulled away and reached for yeji’s shampoo, squirting some into her hand and began washing her hair. she faced yeji as she scrubbed it all into her hair. it felt like a nice head massage for yeji, and ryujin’s cute smiles in front of her didn’t help the feelings in her heart.

ryujin’s hands trailed further down than they probably were supposed to, but yeji didn’t mind when ryujin squeezed her hip and shoved her into the wall. their lips crashed into a rough makeout, the need really starting to become irresistible.

“ i wish we didn’t have to do things in private like this. “ ryujin hesitated, and for a split second yeji saw the way her face dropped in genuine disappointment. she felt the same way, but this how things are. it’s this, or nothing at all.

“ i know, me too. i’d have it differently if we could. “ yeji reassured her, bringing her in for a kiss to regain their composure.

ryujin reached up to the shower head and angled it to pour down onto them both. yeji let out a satisfied hum when she felt the water trickle down her body again.

“ you’re so pretty, i want to show you off. “ ryujin kissed down her neck and all the way to her tits. yeji softly moaned, letting ryujin take control of her body and do as she pleases to her.

she let go of one of yeji nipples with a pop, kissing the flesh of her boobs one more time before going back up to meet yeji.

“ i’m gonna try something. let me know how it feels, yeah? “ ryujin spoke and angled their legs to intertwine, making it so they’d grind against each other.

she started slow, waiting for yeji’s affirmations. “ y-yes, this is good. i like this. “

ryujin smiled and picked up her pace, pathetically humping yeji’s thigh. she moaned into yeji’s ear, and yeji reciprocated. god they loved being so close like this while they equally pleasured each other. ryujin found it to be one their most intimate positions.

“ i’m gonna make you feel so good after this, ryujinnie. i promise- “ and with that, yeji came. she came all over ryujin’s thigh. ryujin was still on the edge of her high however, still grinding against yeji to try to finish.

“ let me help, baby. “ yeji spoke and made it to where now ryujin was against the wall with yeji on her knees between ryujin’s legs. she propped one of her legs over her shoulder and held onto her hips so she wouldn’t slip.

she wasted no time to immediately attach her mouth onto ryujin’s cunt. she flattened her tongue to gesture ryujin to fuck herself on it. it was the prettiest sight for yeji, to watch ryujin have a grip on the back of yeji’s head, pushing her more into her pussy as she tilted her head back and tried to moan but remembered she still had to be quiet.

she bit her lip to silence a predictably loud moan as she came for yeji, slowing her pace.

“ fuck. i needed that so badly. “ ryujin breathed out as yeji came back up to kiss her.

“ mm, i know you did. let’s finish up now before someone suspects anything. “

a/n - happy valentine’s day 😁 this is really bad i apologize but i wanted to write this prompt so badly. thank u anon <3

[thewalkingwillowtree]

Safe Haven

Series Part Listing Found Here

Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love. 

Image by the amazing @cinetrix

Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 23.

Xilä is my own creation.

~

Part 6 - More

“Sweetheart you’re going to get us caught if you don’t quit it,” Neteyam hissed, biting the tip of Xi’s ear in rebuke.

“Sor-mmm!” she yelped loudly when he sucked her short lobe into his mouth.

“Xilä,” he warned again.

“I can’t help it, okay? You keep doing things that make me- !” he cut her off and she purred happily when he moved to continue his assault on her lips.

Neteyam swallowed another one of her moans with an eager kiss, fingers tightening their grip on her outer thighs before trailing higher under her skirt to smooth over the flesh there.

Her hips rolled, trying to worm their way closer to his, but he kept a firm hold, preventing her from feeling just how badly she was affecting him.

“Why do you taste so fucking good?” he growled, licking and biting his way down her neck.

“Wait wait wait,” she panted, trying and failing to push him away. “You can’t leave a mark like last time. Kiri wouldn’t let it go if she saw another one and you know I’m a terrible liar.”

“Mmm, fine,” he mumbled against the skin he had sucked into his mouth a few seconds ago. “No promises,��� he said, nipping her collar bone, causing her to arch with a hiss.

In the few weeks since their first make out session, Xilä and Neteyam’s friendship had completely blurred the lines from platonic to increasingly sensual.

At first, the day after it happened, Neteyam had put his foot down and said they couldn’t ever do it again……the kissing that was, and she, although disheartened by the news, had agreed.

But Neteyam was weak.

By the end of that very same day, he was wound tight and ready to snap. During their entire lesson he was a ball of frustration and irritability. Being in close contact with Xilä was too much temptation for him to handle apparently.

And before she knew it, he was ripping her practice dagger from her hand, caging her in and bending at the waist to claim her lips.

Pretty much since then, they both made terrible terrible excuses to find some way or the other to kiss or make out. Xilä also had a sneaky suspicion he was using those said kisses to bribe or reward her during her Iknimaya preparedness lessons- which he of course, down right denied.

Neteyam’s favourite thing as of late however, was jumping out at random to drag her into whatever hiding spot he was in.

Like now for example. They were currently in a small storage tent, hidden by a wall of chopped wood used for the cook’s fires.

He sat with his back leaned on said wall while Xi straddled his lap, trying to inch her body closer and closer to his. But Neteyam, being the only somewhat level headed one of the two, always kept their lower halves as distant as possible. He knew he’d be goner the moment she touched him.

When a third breathy moan escaped her he pulled away, face stretched as if in pain. He was aching- badly.

“What’s wrong?” she frowned, smoothing her hands up to grip his thick biceps.

“Nothing,” he said, pecking her lips. “We should probably head back now,” he suggested, getting to his feet easily with her in high his arms. “I have to finish some arrangements for later tonight and you have a healer lesson soon, remember?”

“But I don’t want to get back yet,” she whined, tightening her arms and thighs around his neck and sides when he tried to put her down.

He smirked and gave her butt a playful smack. “And neither do I sweetheart, but I have quickly learned that you clearly have no self control for stopping, which means I unfortunately always have to. We’d never get anything done if it weren’t for me.”

“That’s rude. I have self control!”

He raised an eyebrow, glancing down at their current position- her still tightly clinging to him, while her tail was locked around one of his arms.

“Fine,” she said offended, leaning in to give him a final parting kiss.

She unhooked her legs and slid down his front with a scowl, but her offence was momentarily diminished when she felt something poke her upper stomach.

Xi turned a vibrant shade of purple when she saw the obvious bulge poking her but the look she gave him when she glanced back up had him twitching in his loincloth.

It was fucking sinful.

Stepping back, he clenched his jaw and shook his head profusely at her. “Nuh-uh. Nope. No, Xilä,” he said sternly, pushing her away with a palm to her stomach, trying to create as much distance as possible.

She frowned. “But I haven’t even-”

“Your face is telling me everything I need to know sweetheart. And I’m telling you no. So march your sweet little ass outside right now or I swear to Eywa-”

She lit up. “You think my butt is sweet?”

Neteyam groaned out loud in frustration, wiping his palms down his face. “For fucks sake Xilä, I swear you are literally going to be the death of me! One of these days they're going to find my body sprawled out somewhere and not know how I died.”

She was too good he thought, too innocent and sweet for him sometimes. Although a small dark secret side of him relished in it- most days he felt as if he were corrupting her. Which was why he tried his hardest to keep things as controlled as possible.

Nothing but kissing, he told her- from day one. That was the rule- although it was slowly losing its hold. Everyday she kept pushing him and tempting him. It was only a matter of time before one or the other had enough of holding back.

“Alright alright, sheesh. I’m going.” She shot him a pouty disgruntled look then turned to leave, tail swinging low.

Before she could cross the threshold however, his fingers circled her wrist to tug her back, while his other hand cupped her jaw turning it to face him.

She smiled against his soft apologetic kiss, savouring the taste of him as their tongues fused.

Going onto the balls of her feet, she deepened the kiss, hooking an arm around his neck, not yet ready to let him go.

Reluctantly breaking off, he kissed the tip of her nose then finally released her. “Okay, now you can go,” he said with a playful grin which made her weak.

In the last few weeks of their sneaking around, Neteyam seemed to have awoken something inside of Xilä- a maddening neediness, a constant want, a fire. His kisses were addicting and made her feel as if she would burst into flames.

They always left her wanting more.

Xi had never known she could feel like this. She had despised touch for most of her life. Yet from the start since she arrived at the clan, Neteyam had always been quite tactile with her.

It made her realize just how touch starved she truly was. He taught her how to feel and be cared for- he was the reason she wasn't a flinching, terrified mess anymore.

Sure she still had her moments where she’d revert to that broken girl she once was, but the people surrounding her would quickly bring her back- make her feel safe.

Neteyam especially, just had a way of getting her out of her head.

~

Xilä hoped she didn’t look as flushed as she felt as she made her way to the healer tents.

She stopped and spoke with a few clan members on the way- some extra chatty elderly folks, a girl from Lo’ak’s not so secret “fangirl club” as Kiri liked to call them and a couple kids from Tuk’s class.

After that she popped in quickly and quietly to check in on a Na’vi and her new born baby who she assisted Mo’at in delivering last week.

The baby boy was the cutest, tiniest creature she had ever seen and Xi felt a pang of longing when she saw the little family all cuddled together.

Realizing that she was running late now, she bid the new parents goodbye with a promise that she would visit again soon and then she was off, darting around the busyness surrounding her.

The clan was all hustle and bustle today. Apparently a war party was returning tonight after a four month long mission to lend aid to the Anurai clan.

Salveen and the other cooks already had an early start that morning- beginning to prepare a grand feast in celebration of the returning warriors.

“Hey Kiri,” she greeted when she walked into the Tsahìk’s tent. Xi sent a smile and wave to Mo’at who was currently tending to a poorly looking female on the other side of the room.

“Hey, oh great. Come help me with this.” Kiri was frowning over a little pot on the fire. “I’m trying to get this sleeping tonic to stabilise but it’s not cooperating, what did you do last time grandmother asked you to make it?”

Xi crouched beside her and sniffed the bubbling concoction, stirring it a few times. “It’s good actually, it only needs a bit more skillyweed,” she said, turning to pilfer through the table of cluttered ingredients to find some.

“Skillyweed! Right,” Kiri said, sounding upset that she hadn’t thought of it first. “Ugh, I cannot wait for tonight to be done and over with,” she muttered when she spotted the bustling commotion through the open tent flap.

“Why?” Xi asked amused, as she began to neatly dice the skillyweed.

“Because, it’s going to be a pain in the ass with all the ceremony brouhaha, which reminds me I can’t sit with you and Spider tonight. Mom and dad are making all us Sullys sit together- a united front and all of that,” she said with an eye roll, scooting forward to mix the brew again.

“It’s only one night though, right? It can’t be that bad.”

“Xilä.”

Turning to the sound of Mo’at’s voice, the Tsahìk jerked her head to the tent’s entrance where a worried looking father held his quiet sobbing toddler.

Xilä got to her feet and ushered the pair to an empty station, immediately asking the man to explain the situation.

“He got into my fishing gear,” the father said panicky, shifting his son into the cradle of his legs when he sat on the bedroll. “I didn’t even notice until I heard him cry out.”

“Oh no,” she murmured. “Well let’s see what’s happened, shall we?” She smiled reassuringly at the teary eyed boy. “Hi there, have you gotten hurt?” she asked gently. “Can I see please?”

Xi managed to coax him from his curled up position to check the small bleeding gash on his palm. She praised him for being brave as she cleaned the wound then treated it with a yalna bark paste before wrapping up his pudgy little hand.

All the while and unbeknown, the Tsahìk and Neytiri who had entered not too long ago, were staring at her interaction with great interest.

“Are you certain of what Eywa has shown you, mother?” Neytiri whispered, her gaze fixed on the young girl as she tickled the toddler’s stomach, gaining a happy squeal in response.

“Yes. I am certain. It is Eywa’s will, ‘Tiri….You do not approve?” the elder asked amused, watching her daughter’s expression carefully.

Neytiri pursed her lips. “I admit…she is not who I envisioned.”

“And did you think your JakeSully was who I envisioned for you, daughter?” the Tsahìk enquired.

Neytiri frowned. “You know it is not the same thing, mother.”

With twinkling eyes Mo’at said, “Is it not? How is it any different? Have you truly seen your son, Neytiri? Have you seen him with her?”

Contemplating, the Olo’eykte nodded because in truth she had seen. It was hard not to notice how her son would light up whenever he spoke about the Li’ona girl.

Neteyam had always worried, her. He was her eldest baby and as such, most of the pressure and responsibility fell on him. He was the future of the clan. She and her husband tried their best to protect him when and where they could, but there had always been high expectations of him- there would always be high expectations.

When Xilä entered their lives however, Neytiri began to notice a change in her son. His shoulders weren’t always as tense, he smiled and joked more. He seemed relaxed and happy overall- something she hadn’t seen in him in a long time.

“Do you approve of her mother?” Neytiri questioned, glancing at the elder.

“If you were to ask me that three months ago, I’d have said no…but now, now I see it. She is strong, that one and the people have accepted her as Omatikaya…. You should be proud of your son ‘Tiri….he has transformed that girl entirely. She is no longer the meek thing he dragged in almost seven moons ago.”

“No. She is not,” Neytiri agreed, her stare once more locked on her now future daughter in law.

~

Xilä flitted around, tidying and sweeping the confines of the small tent with a little hum as she went.

“I don’t know who’s worse now, you or mother,” D’avi said exasperatedly from her seated position on the floor. “Did I tell you she banned me from helping out with the preparations for tonight’s celebrations? She practically shooed me away! See this is why I hid my pregnancy for as long as possible!”

“You know she means well,” Xi grinned, packing away a set of crumpled clean loincloths. “She will be finally getting grandchildren, she’s terribly excited.”

“Just you wait Xi, she will be the same way with you when it’s your turn and then you will understand my pain.”

Xilä paused at that. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I just said. Now come sit with me will you? Tell me anything. I’ve been bored out of my mind lately. My husband insists on keeping me locked up,” she said with an eye roll as she rubbed her protruding stomach with a little wince.

Chuckling, Xilä sat beside the woman who she secretly considered an older sister, reaching out to feel the kicking babies. “Are they giving you terror today?”

“You have no idea. I think Eywa has an odd sense of humour since she decided to bless me with twins.”

“D’avi, are you really surprised? Your mate is a twin,” Xi pointed out.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. Okay okay, enough about me. Tell me about you.”

“Alright.…ahhh let’s see. Oh, Spider taught me a new knife trick yesterday.”

“Always weapons or something dangerous with that one. Lo’ak too,” she said with a fond eye roll. “What else?”

“Umm, oh! My healer lessons have advanced. Mo’at says it will take me a few years but she thinks I can be a brilliant healer. She’s already allowing me to brew simple tonics or treat minor injuries. I love it.”

“That’s amazing Xi. I’m honestly impressed. I’m sure mother is incredibly proud of you as well and I bet she can’t contain herself and is off boasting and singing your praises to anyone who would listen, especially since you’re training directly under the Tsahìk herself.”

Xilä smiled bashfully. “Sometimes I feel as if I have taken your mother, D’avi.”

“Don’t!” D’avi insisted. “There is more than enough of Salveen Te Eyla Nouayate'ite for us to share. And in any case...I know she’s always wanted another child- she loves doting on you.” She squeezed Xi’s hand with a watery smile. “And I get my wish of finally having a little sister.”

“D’avi…” she whispered. “That means a lot, you…you have no idea.” Xi felt a bit choked up by her words.

“Okay, no. Enough of this sappiness. I have cried six times already for the day and if we continue I know I’ll make it seven. Tell me something else, something juicy and dramatic, come on Xi. I need some excitement! I have been stuck in this tent for days!” she explained dramatically.

Xilä laughed at the older woman’s theatrics, she was so very much like her mother.

Hesitating, she seemed to make up her mind about something. “....D’avi, can I ask you something…secret?”

The pregnant woman’s eyes lit up and she leaned in excitedly. “Of course Xi.”

“Can you tell me everything you know about- ,” she cleared her throat nervously, “about, you know...intimate acts?”

“Okay you’ve lost me.”

Xilä turned a deep shade of purple and as if finally understanding D’avi’s eyebrows rose high.

“Ohhhhhh,” she breathed out. “Xilä, are you asking me about, sex?”

“Ugh!” she hid her face behind her palms with a groan. “It’s humiliating, I know.”

“Why?” D’avi laughed. “There's nothing to be ashamed of. It is a beautiful act. What do you want to know?”

Xilä peaked out, surprised by her willingness to share. Feeling less embarrassed she faced her adoptive sister head on.

“I want to know everything about it. The mating, the bonding ceremony, how everything…fits? Other…things. Just everything. I have an idea of how it all works, but no one has ever really explained it all to me.”

“Well alright then. We can do that,” D’avi smiled, as if it were no big deal. “Wait, if you’re asking me this, then there’s a someone…right? Is it who I think it is?” she asked, turning giddy.

“D’avi,” Xi whined as she blushed. “I’m not ready to share that yet.”

“Oh fine, fine. Keep your secret for now then.” She settled into a more comfortable position then said, “Okay, where to begin…”

Before she could start however, her mate walked in, a grin stretched wide across his face at the sight of his wife.

“Hello my love,” D’avi greeted, accepting the kiss he bent to offer her. “I am terribly sorry but I’m afraid I’m going to have to kick you out now. Xi and I are about to have a sisterly discussion that requires the utmost privacy.”

~

When Xi finally made it to the grand gathering later that night, the celebrations were already in full swing. Music, chatter, laughter and the sounds of merriment filled the forest air.

It always amazed her whenever the clan held a celebration or some sort of gathering. She could feel the spirit of Eywa heavily and the love and bond the people shared.

It was a stark difference to the lonely days she’d spent huddled in her shack of a home back in Li’ona.

Xilä spotted Spider amongst his and Lo’ak’s other friends and decided to go sit with him.

It was not hard to locate Neteyam. He and the other Sully’s were seated on a lavish tapestry in the center of the gathering, all dressed in their best garb as they ate.

As if sensing her gaze on him he turned and paused, eyebrows raising high, jaw gone loose. His shock turned into a heated, hungry expression which made her heart speed up and her cheeks flush.

D’avi had done her hair in a series of loose twists and curls, littered with pearled beads. The top and skirt she wore tonight, while still modest to any other Na’vi, showed much more skin than her usual sets and the glass-stoned jewellery she worked hard on all week to create, glittered around her neck, arms and wrists.

Images of what D’avi had described to her that evening during their extremely educating talk, flashed through her mind as she too, openly stared.

Her mouth went dry at the sight of him in his royal blue and golden embroidered loincloth. His skin glistened from where she stood, and all she wanted to do was run her hands all over it.

“Ahem.”

Jerking out from her stare off with the Na’vi she was falling for, she turned and saw Spider smirking up at her with an “I knew it” grin. She quickly sat down and prayed to Eywa that she and Neteyam weren’t too obvious.

“You two done eye fucking each other?” her friend taunted.

She spluttered pathetically. “W-what? We- no, we weren’t- Spider!”

He let out a bark of laughter. “Don’t worry Xi, your secret is safe with me,” he winked. “Though let’s really try and keep it on the down low for a little while longer, yeah? Lo’ak called it first and I really don’t feel like giving up my favourite dagger just yet.”

Xilä choked in shock. “Wait what? You betted on us?!” she shrieked- eyes widening in the realization she was being too loud. She hissed quieter, “Spider, tell me you two did not bet on Neteyam and I.”

“Mmm, alright yeah, us two didn’t bet on you guys. It was more like ten of us,” he whispered back seriously.

She stared at him incredulously but all he did was give her a mischievous wink.

Halfway through the night Jake stood to give his praises to the war party as Neteyam and Neytiri flanked him. The clan broke out into a round of howls and applause when they’d heard the good works of the team of warriors.

The group was called out to be thanked and given tokens of honour by the Toruk Makto. They stood out, all mighty and fierce looking.

Once the ceremony ended, they all broke off to head back to their respective seats. One warrior however stopped and made her way straight into the arms of a mildly shocked Neteyam.

Spider was busy chatting to his friends so he had not noticed, but Xi sure did. She stared at the way the gorgeous female smiled and peered up at Neteyam through her lashes, slapping her palm jokingly on his chest over whatever he’d said.

She was flirting with him, and openly so, as if she’d done so all the time. The female did not leave his side after that, instead she sat beside him as if she intended to stay there until the feast was over.

Neteyam didn’t pull away when she leaned over his arm to get food, clearly and intentionally brushing her chest against him- she wasn't sure he even noticed honestly. And even though when he smiled at her as they spoke, it didn’t reach his eyes, Xilä still felt a hot flash of unfamiliar jealousy.

“Spider,” she murmured, catching his attention. “Who is that?” she asked, trying to sound indifferent.

“Oh. Uh….Umm, that’s Li…? No Lea…Leati!” He said, finally remembering. “She’s the warrior who led the mission trip.”

“She seems close with Neteyam, are they good friends?” Catching the look on Spider’s face she rushed out, “It’s just well, I was only wondering.”

Spider looked uncomfortable, like he was hiding something. “I wouldn’t say friends no, but maybe you should ask him instead. I don’t really know anything about her.”

She nodded with a forced smile.

Neteyam was already staring at her when she glanced his way again. He mouthed something to her she didn’t catch. Tilting her head, she watched as he glanced around inconspicuously before mouthing the four words again.

“Ten minutes. Your tent.”

‘Your tent?’ she wondered. ‘Oh…OHHHH. My tent.’

She bit her lip as excitement flooded her and nodded at him- looking away quickly when the Leati girl caught her eye and raised a suspicious brow.

~

Sure enough ten minutes later, Neteyam was eagerly backing her into Salveen and Jxo’s tent and scoping her up into his arms as he made his way to her little closed off corner.

“You really are trying to kill me aren’t you, sweetheart,” he teased, easily holding her one handily so he could secure the tie on her privacy curtain.

“How am I trying to kill you?” she grinned, staring at his handsome face as she clung to him.

How could one person make her so insanely happy all the time? How was that even possible?

“Have you seen yourself tonight Xilä?” his palm slid from her thigh, curving around her knee to smooth down her bare calf. “And no boots, baby?”

“Surprise,” she whispered breathlessly, loving the sound of her new nickname coming from his shocked voice. “I’ve been practising to go without them.”

“Well you look fucking edible,” he growled, gently laying her onto her nest of a bed, caging her in and capturing her mouth with his own.

Her arms reached up, fingers tangling with his braids as she arched her spine- hardened buds brushing against his smooth skin.

His kisses were breath taking and relentless.

Hands roaming, his palm trailed down her side and over the flat of her tummy before edging higher to the underside of her breast. Just when she thought he’d finally make contact with her breast, his fingers changed their route and moved downwards instead.

Xilä felt dizzy in her haze of lust. She moaned when his tongue lapped and tangled with hers- kisses, turning eager and desperate. His fingers reached the edge of her skirt, dipping under to continue their journey up the skin of her thigh- bunching up the material as it went.

She whined unhappily when his hand suddenly withdrew. She was needy and frustrated and he was giving her absolutely nothing!

“Neteyam,” she breathed, breaking their locked lips. “You’re driving me insane. I need more.”

He gave her a naughty grin. “Kissing only, remember? It’s the rules.”

Her eyebrows narrowed in fury. “I don’t want to do that any more! I- ” she scowled, annoyed by his amused expression and tried to push him away, but he did not budge. “Get off Neteyam….please.” She looked away when he wouldn’t let her go.

“What do you want Xilä?” he asked gently, keeping her in place.

She peered up, tempted by his words. “I want more than just kissing. I- why do you keep stopping us from that?” she asked, genuinely confused.

They’d been at this for weeks now and every time he stopped them, he could never give her a straight answer whenever she questioned him.

Neteyam rolled off of her with a heavy sigh, wiping his palms down his face in mild frustration. She sat up with a frown, feeling slightly hurt by his actions.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she braced herself for rejection. D’avi had warned her these things could happen.

“It’s not that simple, Xi. We shouldn’t even be doing any of this.”

Xi kept her eyes averted from his tented lower half and stared at his face dejectedly. “Then why did we even start it in the first place?”

“Xilä-”

“No Neteyam!” she said, jumping to her feet to avoid his touch, straightening out her skirt. “You clearly don’t want more and I need to respect that. So we should probably stop while we're at it. Like you said we shouldn’t be doing it in the first place, right?”

Neteyam sat up alert, staring at her as she got ready to flee. “Xi, wait-”

“I think I should get back to the feast.”

He snatched her wrist before she could escape and pulled her into his lap, ignoring her flaying and words of protest.

With a shocked gasp, she instantly went quiet when he tugged her closer, sitting her directly on top of his twitching bulge, rolling his hips against hers.

“Does that feel like I don’t want more Xilä?” he asked sternly.

Xi went mute. Screwing her eyes closed, she dug her fingernails into his forearms when he did it again, mewling at the sensation of her soaked core rubbing against his.

“Eyes, Xilä,” he ordered in a strained voice.

She blinked up at him, panting slightly. His pupils were full blown as he fixed her with a dangerous glower.

“Tell me what you want sweetheart,” he whispered huskily against her lips- their breaths mingling.

She licked her lips and blinked again, trying to focus but it was difficult because all of a sudden he had her rocking against him at a sinfully slow and torturous pace.

“What?” she asked, confused.

He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, releasing it with a soft pop. “Tell me what you want and I will give it to you.”

Overwhelmed, her head fell forward, clashing with a hard pectoral. She inhaled deeply, whimpering from the sensations uprooting inside of her- the swooping flutters in her stomach, the pulsing need between her thighs, the aching peaks of her nipples.

Then there was the feeling of him between her thighs. It was incredible. He felt big……very very big.

Xilä was burning up from inside out and desperate for any kind of release.

Neteyam wasn’t doing so well either, he was hanging by a thread and the mess she was making on his loincloth was not helping one bit.

He could smell her arousal and the only thing stopping him from flipping her over and burying his face between her thighs was the fact that he did not want to scare her off.

“Xilä,” he called again, soothing a palm down her spine which caused her to shiver. “Baby you need to talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

Tilting her head back, he stifled a groan at the sight of her glazed over expression. If she looked like this already and he had barely touched her, how the fuck would she be when he actually did?

“Anything. Everything. Just touch me, I don’t care! Neteyam please-”

As if her words were a command, Neteyam flipped- he suddenly turned them over with a growl and she was on her back before she could even blink.

He licked a hungry path down her throat, fingers reaching up to yank down her top, exposing her breasts to the cooled air.

Without pause he bent to suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth making her cry out- back bowing.

He parted her thighs easily, sailing a large palm down her stomach and under her skirt to cup her through her thin covering- she was completely drenched.

With the flick of a wrist the material was gone- baring her completely.

She gasped. “You ripped it.”

He released her nipple and gave her a boyish grin. “Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all before swallowing her other breast entirely.

Thick fingers traced the outline of her, circling and gathering slick as they went.

“Neteyam,” she whined, squirming and shifting to try and get him to make proper contact. He was back with that damn teasing thing again.

He gave her one last lap of her nipple, then raised up so he could see her face.

Her mouth made a little O and her eyes shut when he began to stretch her with a thick digit.

“Eyes, Xilä,” he whispered with a groan, feeling her warm and wet and tight around his finger. “I want to see those gorgeous eyes.”

She peered up at him and a dreamy smile etched across her face when he sank deeper, still keeping his leisurely pace. He smirked. “You alright there sweetheart? You’ve gone all quiet on me.”

“I- ” Xi’s words were cut short with a pleasurable moan when his long finger sank all the way in, moving a minuscule amount faster.

“More,” she babbled, and he complied, adding a second digit. Her hips rolled in time with his thrusts and warmth turned to heat which began to slowly consume her.

The moment his thumb met her hidden nub her spine bowed deeper and her thighs clamped together, trapping his working hand.

“Breathe Xi. Just relax okay?” he cooed while his tail wrapped around her thigh to spread her wide again.

“‘Teyam, I feel so good,” she whimpered, biting on her lip when he began to curl deep inside of her.

“Yeah?” he grinned, speeding up a little- hitting a particularly spongy spot that made her mewl.

The music in the distance from the clan’s festivities was dying down which meant people would start to make their way back home anytime soon.

Neteyam kissed Xilä, licking her lips as he pulled away. “Xi, sweetheart, I really hate to rush your first orgasm but you’re going to need to come soon if you don’t want us to get caught.”

She tugged him down for a kiss again, arms hooked behind his neck as her hips jerked and grinded against his hand, walls clenching around his fingers.

“Neteyam!” she moaned out loud, panting and shaking as she began to near her high.

“Come on Xi. Come for me sweetheart.”

Xilä’s thighs trembled and her toes curled as she shattered, shockwaves of overwhelming pleasure rippling throughout her body.

Neteyam swallowed her cry with a biting kiss and instead of stopping he sped up his finger work faster than before, his thumb pressing down on her clit.

Babbling incoherently Xilä thrashed in his hold as he quickly led her into another orgasm. A hoarse shout fell from her lips. Body tensing and gone taut, she gushed all over his hand for the second time.

Little tremors of aftershocks shook her as she came down from her high. Neteyam pressed soothing kisses all over her face and slowly extracted his fingers to rub soft circles around her swollen, dripping flesh as her hips twitched from the overstimulation.

Locking eyes, he smiled lovingly at her. She was so pretty he thought. Even in her post orgasmic haze, the fucked out look she had endured him.

“How do you feel?” he asked, brushing his nose along hers.

She blushed as she came back to reality, unhooking her arms from his neck to trail down his chest, with only one thing in mind.

“Incredible,” she whispered, hooking her fingers into his loincloth, with much determination.

He didn’t stop her, if anything as she tugged him free from his ties he gathered as much of her slick as possible on his fingers.

He did however stop her when she tried to touch him directly. He gave her an apologetic kiss and murmured, “I’m sorry Xi, but it sounds like the feast is over and I need to be quick.”

“I can be quick,” she pouted, causing him to chuckle.

“Next time baby.”

“Fine,” she agreed, leaning up on her forearms and spreading her thighs further to properly see him grip his length- slathering it up with her juices. “Oh my Eywa,” she whispered, goggling at the sheer size of him.

That thing was supposed to fit inside of her? No. No way. D’avi must have gotten it wrong. Right?

“Xilä, you’re going to make my ego grow too large if you continue to stare at me like that,” he smirked, starting to pump himself.

She licked her lips. “Sorry, it’s just so- so…”

“So, what baby?”

She blinked at him incredulously. “Big Neteyam!” she hissed, as if it were obvious.

His lips rolled over his teeth to hide his need to laugh- how the hell should he respond to that?

He grunted when he tightened his grip on himself and began a rapid jerking pace.

Xilä bit her lip and stared, completely entranced by the sight before her. She didn’t even care that she could now hear the sounds of chatter and footsteps as people started to return to Camp.

Her eyes darted between the wild, dark look upon his face to the hypnotising view of his hand working himself over- beads of liquid seeping from his tip.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped out, staring down at her- concentrating on her brilliant eyes and pouty lips.

An image of those lips sucking him dry as her eyes stared up at him flooded his mind. “Fuck fuck fuck. SHIT.”

Mimicking his habit, she gripped his neck and pulled him down, crashing their mouths together. He was getting too loud so she tried to smother his grunts with her tongue instead.

A strangled noise escaped him as his body seized. Xilä couldn’t see, but she felt spurts of warm liquid hit her- coating her inner thighs.

With one final pump, he slumped onto her with a breathy laugh. “Holy shit.”

She grinned too, hugging his broad shoulders as he nuzzled her neck- sticky palm gripping the bunched up fabric on her hip.

“Holy shit,” she echoed, making him shake with more laughter.

The voices of returning people grew louder. Neteyam quickly stretched an arm out to flick off the switch of her lamp, bathing them in darkness.

Xilä held her breath as Salveen’s boisterous voice rang through the air, clucking on about the festivities with complete excitement.

“Xi? Xilä? Are you there? Xilä? Did you see when she returned tonight Jxo?”

Neteyam slipped his palm over Xi’s mouth, just in case she was silly enough to actually respond.

“She’s probably sleeping Sal, let the kid rest,” came Jxo’s low voice.

“Oh fine, I am a bit pooped myself, today was my busiest day in such a long...” Salveen’s voice grew distant and muffled, meaning she and Jxo had retired to their private corner of the room.

Both Xilä and Neteyam released hushed laughs again.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” she whispered, brushing her thumbs across his cheeks.

Neteyam smiled at her sweetness, taking one of her hands to kiss her fingers. “Yeah baby. I’ll stay.”

~

It's here!! And longggg over due.

Let me know what you think lovelies! Was it too much touchy touch? Lol. And hey, we get a glimpse of Leati. Who is she???

Okay so I'll try my best to get Part 7 out by this weekend, we'll see how it goes, but it will definitely not be as long a wait.

FYI & PS for those of you who want to know: this is a no cheating fic mkay :)

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Stress Relief

Berlin x Reader

CW: SMUT MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS BACK OFF!!!!, Fingering, biting, kissing, swearing, sex during a heist but in an office room.

AN: remember when he tries to find the phone on Monica because phew/// thank you to @soraya-daydreams for the Spanish help <3. No beta and I did my editing half asleep

WC: 0.9k (mostly PWP)

The professor probably didn't have easy access in mind when buying the red jumpsuits but you’re not complaining.

Especially not when Berlin has your back pressed to the wall and his hands in your panties. His fingers slowly rub between your thighs, spreading any wetness that collected. He moves his hand up, resting two fingers on your clit, softly rubbing back and forth. His touch feels so good, soft and wet but you know it’s not enough to make you cum.

You press your upper back to the wall, and tilt your hips to his hand, slowly grinding to increase the friction as heat pools below your stomach.

“What’s making you this passionate, mi amor?” He asks, slowing his movements until they stop. You know if you answer he’ll keep going, but can’t help but whine at the loss. All you can think about is how good he’s going to make you feel, how handsome he is like this, your last night in Toledo.

“You.” You say, voice shaky. Berlin’s lips pull into a half smile, pleased with how eager you are for him. He pulls your underwear to the side to allow him better access to where you need him the most. “What about me, hmm?”

“The holsters, they ma-make your shoulders -!” You cut yourself off with a moan as he slides two fingers inside your aching core. Berlin pulls his fingers out before thrusting them inside again. You can’t help but squeeze around them enjoying the full feeling and the stretch.

“The shoulder holsters?” He asks, voice helping to cover up the wet squelching noise. Berlin curls his fingers, rubbing your G-spot on his first try. Your hips are now moving by themselves, trying to make sure your pussy is as full as possible.

“They make your, ah, your shoulders broader and um -“Your voice sounds flustered to your ears but you can see how he loves being able to make you so aroused with only his hand. “- the w-way you take charge with, ah, the hostages. It’s hot. So hot!” you finished, the sentence being punctured by your moans and gasps.

He nods satisfied with the ego boost you gave him. He pulls his fingers out to spread your slick on your clit while you clench around nothing.

“Berlin, please. I need you inside me.” You beg, rocking your hips even faster.

“How could I deny you, mi amor?” Berlin gives you a quick kiss to your mouth to reassure you.

He brings his fingers back to your pussy, pushing in slowly. The addition of a third finger makes you clench even harder. The stretch has you pressing your lips together to muffle any sounds as you feel the start of an orgasm build. Berlin brings his thumb to your slick-covered clit to rub small circles.

You’re a mess, lost in chasing your high that you can’t even kiss Berlin back properly. You try but his fingers and thumb just feel too good while you grind your hips down. The first attempt at a kiss, while a bit sloppy was good, your tongue sweeping into his mouth and curling around his.

It’s when he changes his tactic, rubbing fast circles on your clit instead of teasing you, you lose your focus. You pull your face back slightly, leaving enough room so he can hear your quiet moans and whimpers.

“Fuck” you gasp into his mouth “I’m so close, I need to cum.” Your hips desperately hump his hand trying to get every bit of content you can.

You tip your head back, it almost hitting the wall behind you, except for Berlin placing his free hand as a barrier between the wall and your hair. He takes advantage of how exposed your neck is, placing sloppy open-mouth kisses and bites at random.

The feel of his teeth scraping the column of your throat is all that is needed to let your orgasm wash over you. You cum while chanting his name over and over, the two syllables repeating and falling out of your mouth. Berlin is sweet to you, slowing down his rhythm to let you ride out the aftershock without pushing you into being overstimulated.

“Mi amor, did it feel good? Are you less stressed?” He asks, gently kissing the small bite he left. You nod and give him a lust-drunk smile. He kisses you on your cheek and then your lips to distract you from the empty feeling as he pulls out his fingers.

You’re used to seeing him lick his fingers after eating fruit, but you’re not prepared to see him lick his fingers so causally while they’re still shiny from being inside you. He sees you staring and tosses you a wink.

You feel arousal start to pool again as if you didn’t cum on his hand. Shrugging up your jumpsuit, you saunter over to the desk in the room, the one where you left your weapon.

Exaggerating the bend at your hips to get it, you push your ass out and your front half lower. Your plan works when you feel a hard erection against your ass and see one of his palms caging you in. You glance at his watch and confirm to yourself you will still have a few hours before the check-in call, plenty of time to repay him.

[yaesnovels]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 | 𝐟𝐰𝐛 ! 𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎 | 3.3k

synopsis ; one simple thing you didn't want to do: fall in love with al-haitham. one hard thing you ended up doing: fall in love with al-haitham.

contains ; fembodied!reader with no pronouns; no mentioned protection; fwb to lovers; mention of creampies; oral 'n fingering (f receiving) petnames (sweetheart, darling), overstimulation; as well as a tiny bit of angst and fluff

with a loud groan from him and a soft moan from you, you focused on the sound of his deep grunts while the both of you tried to calm down from your highs. your eyes were closed, arms around his neck as he was still heavy on top of you, too spent to move a muscle. but you both knew that you had to get the hell out of there before his roommate came back home. 

“you certainly never disappoint”, you mumbled. al-haitham finally pulled out of you and let himself fall on the bed right next to you as he pulled you into his arms, being the big spoon while hugging you — one of the few things you had agreed to never do whenever you fucked, but shortly after discovered that both of you enjoyed this type of after-sex cuddling a lot. 

your eyes fluttered at the feeling of his cum seeping out of you, you never could get enough of this feeling. 

“thank you sweetheart.” he was still sounding really breathless, but much calmer than before. “exactly what i needed today after my professor kept on bugging me about that dumb paper.”

“yeah, i was going to ask if something was up with you. you seemed much rougher and pent up than usual. not that i’m complaining”, you yawned, it took you so much self-control not to just fall asleep in his arms. “what happened? did he dare to criticize your writing style again?”, you giggled, before you yelped when you felt him pinch your nipples as he let out a breathy chuckle. “okay okay, i’m sorry.“ you were laughing, still, and turned around to him, softly stroking his cheek with your thumb. 

“no, this time he just kept refusing my submission today, because apparently, it was due last week, while i am sure it wasn’t until tomorrow. i was trying to hand it i today, yet he refused to accept it because i was late to the submission”, he explained. he slowly started to relax more as he focused on your soft action. 

“now that is unfortunate… i hope you can work it out, though”, you said, lifting your head to capture his soft, slightly chappy lips in a kiss that quickly escalated into a much more rougher make out. it didn’t really take much time until he pulled you on his lap and you were grinding on his cock, both of you once again riled up to the point of needing yet another release. 

“stop teasing”, he groaned when he grabbed your thighs to stop your movements. you couldn’t help the soft giggle escaping your lips when you softly jerked him off a bit before you sank down on him, gasping at the initial stretch. 

“i will never get used to this”, you whined, trying to set a pace riding him. he helped you with your movements with his hands on your hips. you were clenching around him like crazy and it was making him feel things he never thought were possible. 

“you better do, sweetheart because i will only go rougher on you if you keep on squeezing down on me like that”, he groaned, before he had you pinned underneath his body again and instantly started with his deep and hard, yet slow thrusts again. 

he was holding your right hand in yours, his other hand was slowly circling your clit and the eye contact you had for a moment was so intense it made a shiver run down your spine. he was making you feel so weak… 

a particularly hard thrust had your eyes widen up, he was going faster now and desperately chasing his climax while his thumb was circling your clit even faster now. because of your previous orgasm, you were feeling slightly overstimulated and that feeling made you sob out in pleasure, your entire body started twitching and you just couldn’t handle it any longer. you cried out his name, fingers clinging oh, so desperately to his back as your entire body started shaking while your body tried to calm down again. 

the way you were clenching around him made him groan into your ear and moments later he was coming inside of you. it felt so good… 

“haitham?! are you at home?”, someone yelled outside of his room. your eyes widened in shock as you processed the fact that al-haitham’s roommate had just returned home and would most likely find you here naked in the bed if he decided to just go in without knocking. 

“yes, i am”, al-haitham yelled back – how did he even manage to not sound breathless after that intense fuck. “hold on, i’ll come out soon, i just took a shower.” 

you would never understand how he managed to sound so serious and honest, despite being exhausted just as you were. 

you gasped when he pulled out of you and you suddenly felt so empty again, only feeling his cum drip out of your hole. al-haitham quickly took an old clothing that he then decided to use to clean you up with. stupid kaveh, did he really have to come home now? you just wanted one relaxing night with your boy–

not boyfriend. right. 

sometimes you forgot that al-haitham wasn’t your boyfriend – despite him sometimes acting that way. the only connection you had was your stupid little agreement: he would give you his insanely good study notes and he would get a good fuck out of it. despite having clear rules for this entire thing (i.e. no falling in love or anything romantic when you have sex), you both always acted like a stupid couple anyway. 

and it hurt. 

he started making things hard for you for a while now – having this stupidly intense eye contact with you at times, holding your hand while he was letting out his pent-up stress due to being a busy student at the sumeru akademiya. despite agreeing to never do anything people would classify as “romantic” he was doing an awfully lot of it. 

and it was hurting you. a lot. 

as much as you didn’t want to admit it, the way he would care for you after going at multiple rounds in a short time span, made you fall in love with him. keeping up the image of this entire thing being casual was getting tiring for you. 

“i’ll uhh… get going soon. let’s pretend as if we wanted to study together”, you suggested when you quickly put on your clothes and made yourself presentable – looking as if you didn’t just have mind blowing sex. 

al-haitham just hummed as a reply, quickly putting on some comfy clothes before he checked in with you and opened the door. 

“oh, hi y/n! i didn’t know you were here, too!”, kaveh greeted you once he saw you behind al-haitham’s figure. “are you going to study together?”

you nodded with a faked smile, trying to seem as nice as possible. “yeah, haitham just wanted to take a shower and then we both just kept on procrastinating.” 

kaveh laughed. “ah, as expected of you two. never can focus on anything, can you? anyway, i’ll have to leave again anyway, i just came to grab some clothes – i’m staying with my girlfriend tonight, so you have the entire place to yourself. just don’t throw a party without me, yeah?” 

kaveh and you chatted for a bit before he excused himself and left the small studio apartment again. al-haitham and you waited for a few more moments before he was pulling you in close to his body once again. 

“i don’t know what’s going on with me today, but i just can’t get enough of you, sweetheart”, he mumbled when he had your arms pinned against the wall on each side of your head. “you got me addicted to you in a way i never thought was possible.” 

the moment he was kissing you, you just knew this wasn’t just one of those regular kisses you both shared often when making out. or at least it didn‘t feel that ’normal‘ to you. he was kissing you like it would be your last kiss, hips pressing yours against the wall and he was rough, passionate about it. 

you were hoping it meant something more to him. 

”you got me addicted to you in the best way possible.“

there it was. the sting in your heart because he always said that. because he would always say how good you feel against him, how good he felt being inside you, without a deeper meaning. you were imagining things again. he clearly wasn‘t feeling the same. 

right? 

you couldn’t handle this any longer. it was driving you insane. you instantly broke off the kiss, still in a slightly dazed state after that intense kiss. “i… have to go home. i promised nilou to help her practice with her dance”, you mumbled as you pushed him away from your body, grabbed your stuff and left the apartment. 

al-haitham only looked right after you and he was perplexed at why you had just lied to him. 

everyone in the akademiya knew exactly that nilou wasn’t even in sumeru city at the moment; she had been invited to liyue harbor for a collaboration with ms. yunjin. 

the next couple of days were awkward. you barely checked your phone in order to keep yourself from texting al-haitham or seeing whether he had texted you. instead, you buried yourself in your textbooks, trying to catch up with the studying you missed in the last couple of weeks. 

“y/n, are you home?!”

you froze as you registered the voice. that was al-haitham. 

“can we talk? you haven’t been replying to any of my texts and i’m worried.”

“i’m busy”, you yelled back. “we can talk sometime else.”

you knew that avoiding the young student was dumb and he knew you well enough to know that you were lying. however, you weren’t ready for this conversation. 

“cut the bullshit, y/n, you haven’t been to classes for the past week and no one has even really talked to you. i’m worried, please, let’s just talk about what’s going on”, he kept on knocking at your door. the constant knocking started irritating you, you just stood up, walked to the door and opened it to glare at your fellow student. 

“what part of ‘we can talk sometime else’ do you not understand?”, you were beyond frustrated and it wasn’t fair of you to let them all out on him – even if he was the reason for your frustration. “i don’t want to talk to you right now, just… leave me alone.”

al-haitham may lack in understanding of other people, specifically you, but he wasn’t stupid to not notice obvious things. for example, your teary eyes while you were yelling at him. 

“you’re obviously not fine”, he only said before he just waltzed into your apartment and pulling you in with him. he pushed you down on the couch and glared down at you in a very intimidating way and you just froze on your spot, almost unable to even move a muscle. 

al-haitham was quick to find your comfort blanket and gave it to you before he made his way to the kitchen to make you a hot chocolate, knowing it helps most people to relax. 

when he was done, he sat down next to you and pulled you into his embrace – he was hugging you from behind and that was your breaking point. you just started sobbing, turning yourself around and burying your face in his chest. 

“shh, it’s okay. whatever it is, i’ll be here for you, sweetheart”, he mumbled, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead and gently lifting your head up by your chin. he wiped your tears from your cheeks, giving you a soft smile. 

“that is the thing, haitham! i can’t have you help me through this because the reason i am like this right now is you. but you just don’t understand this. i … don’t want us to keep on with this agreement. it’s distracting me too much. just… leave. and don’t ever contact me again”

“no. i am not going to do that because you are clearly not thinking rational. please, tell me what’s going on. if i am the reason that you are doing terrible, i have the right to know what’s going on and try and help you out. did i do something wrong?”

“yes! yes, for fuck’s sake, you did! all those sweet touches, the way you were looking at me, those sweet kisses, everything! they confuse me. they make me think you want to take this all further than just a casual ‘friends with benefits’ crap and i know that we arranged to never cross that line. but … i did. i crossed that line. your stupid actions made me fall for you and i can’t handle these emotions. i can’t handle knowing that the one time i really and truly fall in love with someone, it is unrequited.”

at this point you had cried so much that your vision was slightly blurry. and it caught you by absolute surprise when you suddenly felt him kissing you, desperately. 

“oh, archons, y/n, i wish i knew this before. it could’ve saved us so much time. if i knew, i wouldn’t have hesitated to confess, sweetheart. you have no idea how crazy you make me feel, y/n. you make me feel things i never thought possible and it drives me crazy that all of this could’ve been avoided if i knew how you truly felt about me. truth be told, i am feeling the exact same way about you and i just never could get the confidence together to finally tell you that i… love you.”

you just stared at him in shock. now this was a turn of events. 

“what?”

“you heard me, darling. i’m not really good with all of these emotions so even getting myself to say it once was hard enough for me. but… i love you”, he mumbled. “i would never lie to you, especially about something like this.”

before you could even think of an answer or even process what was going on, he had you pinned down underneath him, peppering sweet kisses over your face and leaning down to kiss you on your sweet lips. 

instantly, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, unable to keep yourself patient any longer. it wasn’t long after and his shirt was already thrown away – neither of you really caring where it even landed. 

when he finally broke off the kiss for a breather, he was looking right into your eyes with that intense gaze you were used to. but now you were able to see the pure adoration in them. it always has been the thoughts of ‘al-haitham has never been in love, why would he even fall for me?’ that made you believe he would just push you away once you told him that you were in love with him. 

but now, you wanted him to look at you in this way all the time. 

“you look so beautiful, sweetheart. all flustered for me”, he whispered before he continued with a trail of sweet kisses all over your neck, collarbones, before he pulled off your shirt and pants. “gotta make you feel good as an apology for making you cry, right? let me eat you out, sweetheart.”

oh. those excuses he always had just to eat you out. he never admitted it to you but he loved it. 

he kissed down your stomach, slowly pulling off your shorts and panties and he leaned down to press a little kiss on your clit before sucking on your sensitive spot. 

you let out a soft moan, your hands gripping strands of his hair. he looked up at you, pausing his sweet ministrations for a moment and looking at you with a dazed gaze – as if tasting you was like his own personal drug. 

you couldn’t help the gasp when you felt him enter a finger as he continued eating you out like you tasted better than any meal in this world. 

you wouldn’t doubt it for a second if he would have really told you that. 

al-haitham let out soft grunts, he kept on talking about how good you tasted and how much he adored your lovely reactions. he let out a chuckle when you snapped at him to stop talking before he just gave your clit one last kiss and left you frustrated. 

“if you really thought i’d make you come like that, you really didn’t get to know me at all, darling”, he mumbled before he lifted you up and carried you to your bedroom, not even struggling in the slightest. 

when he was back on top of you, you got caught up in yet another heavy make out, touching each other’s bodies like it was your first time. you never noticed how much you enjoyed the feeling of his body on yours, it somehow was… relaxing. 

though, what you were doing right now was everything but relaxing. well, it could be if he stopped teasing you for once. 

not too long after, you were already pulling the last remaining clothes off his body and started kissing his neck; a small smile on your lips as you listened to his soft grunts of pleasure  

“i want you so badly”, you mumbled, your eyes widening immediately when you felt him tease your clit again a little before he was slowly sinking into you, groaning in how tight you were around him  

despite occasionally fucking around for a couple of weeks, you were absolutely convinced that you would never get used to his girth – the first stretch was crazy to you  

“oh, you feel so good, sweetheart”, al-haitham moaned, he was so desperate to make you lose your mind and he wasn‘t going to stop until he had you a shaking underneath him  

archons, he had his mind absolutely set on ruining you and he was determined on it  

al-haitham finally started moving his hips, hard, yet slow thrusts and leaned down to press soft kisses on your forehead and then your lips you whined, unable to hold back your reactions to the way he was fucking you.  

you were already so close to coming as he had just brought you close to your first orgasm on the couch.  

your arms were around his neck as he kept up with his pace and your eyes were rolling back in pleasure. "mhm, you're so good for me, sweetheart, just like that", he murmured, slowing down a bit in order to tease you again. that devilish smile on his lips made you roll your eyes again. 

“are you going to fuck me or not now?”, you asked, slightly breathless. “i can go find someone else to fuck me if you-”

you cried out when he suddenly increased his pace again, your body shuddering in pleasure and it didn’t take much longer before you were clenching around him like crazy as you came around him. it took you a moment to calm down again, eyes slightly lidded as you slowly came down from your high again. 

you were so lightheaded for a moment, that you barely even noticed al-haitham pulling out of you and his cum spilling out of you – as usual. “i was just kidding”, you mumbled, absolutely boneless. 

“i know, sweetheart”, he kissed your cheek again before he plopped down next to you, pulling your almost limp body on top of his. “but we’re still not done, darling. i will make you come for me so many times that you will beg me to stop. and you know i am a man of my word.” 

you gulped in anticipation of the sweet torture he was about to give you. you knew he would hold onto that promise. 

and just moments later you let out a choked sob as you felt him lift your body again, aligning his cock with your folds and buried himself inside of you once again.

[steveharringtonat3am]

Breeding kink with Eddie

kinktober masterlist!!

pairing: eddie munson/fem!reader

word count: 870

warnings: talk about having kids, eddie and reader being horny for each other, penetrative sex

Eddie had been acting weird lately. It started when I told him my cousin had her baby. He got along pretty well with my family, especially some of my cousins, both younger and older. This cousin in particular meshed well with Eddie. Maybe it was because I was especially close with her and she could see how much I loved him. So she loved him too.

He was a little distant when we went to see the baby, not paying much mind as I gushed over her cute cheeks and wide eyes. Normally, Eddie was fine with babies. He would hold them and let them tug his hair and do his dungeon master voice while he read them a story.

So why was he being so weird?

I decide to bring it up after dinner, as we quietly clear the table.

“Babe? Could I ask you something?” I start, and he shoots me a concerned look. We don’t have a lot of serious talks, and very rarely are they out of the blue.

“Sure. What’s up?” He finishes loading the dishwasher, turning it on and shutting it before turning to me.

“Well I just…noticed you were being a little weird today when we went to visit my cousin. Is there something wrong?” I try to keep my voice as light as possible, busying myself with a glass of wine.

“No, there’s nothing wrong. It just…got me thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

“Kids.”

It shouldn’t be a shock to me. We had both talked about kids before getting married, and we were both in pretty stable spots in our career. But I never knew when we should do it. So I had been waiting for Eddie to bring it up. And apparently this is all it took.

“Really? Do you think we should…start trying?” I turn to look at him and find him staring at me.

“Well we should probably do some research first, figure out what we’re getting ourselves into…” He trails off, and I suddenly take notice of how close he is to me, and how warm it is.

“Of course! We-we should totally do that….” I keep getting distracted by his lips. They always look so kissable.

“Or maybe…we should get some practice in.” He kisses me passionately, pushing me up onto the cold counter. He stands in between my legs, fingers digging into my hips as he presses against me.

“Can’t wait to put a baby in you…gonna look so pretty.” He starts pushing my dress up and I smile, tugging at his shirt until he eventually peels it off.

“It’s gonna make you so-so horny.” I can barely speak as he pulls my panties to the side, gently stroking my clit. I can feel him grinning as he sees how incredibly wet I am just from our makeout session.

“How could it not? You’re gonna look so hot.” I hear the sound of his zipper coming undone and my response is pavlovian. I instantly start to squirm on the counter, desperate for him to just fuck me as hard as possible.

“So impatient my love.” He presses the fat tip of his cock to my hole, making me whine. Eddie could be a real tease when he knew how much I wanted him.

“C-come on Eddie!” I whine and he finally gives in, sliding in and bottoming out. I let out a loud moan as his grip on my hips tightens.

“Always feel so perfect.” He takes his time before moving, letting me adjust to the feeling of him inside of me. When he finally starts fucking into me, I’m practically in heaven.

“D-don’t stop baby!” I moan. He bends down to kiss me sloppily and I take the opportunity to slide my hands into his hair.

“I don’t plan on it, sweetheart.” He starts pounding into me as quickly as possible. His nails dig into my skin but I’m too high on pleasure to care.

“Want you to-to fill me up. Wanna have a baby with you.” My voice is more hushed as his forehead rests against mine. His thrusts slow, but still hit deep inside me.

“You’d be a great mom…but are you sure about this? We can always wait.” He smiles so softly and it throws me back to our wedding.

It had been a small, intimate ceremony. And we snuck away before the reception to drink some champagne and get a little moment of peace. It was then that I realized just how excited I was to spend the rest of my life with this man.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” I kiss him passionately and he takes the opportunity to rub at my clit. I moan into the kiss and he chuckles.

“Go on, babe. Cum.” And I’m a goner, whining into his smile as I cum. I feel him cum deep inside, burying himself deep in me instead of pulling out.

“Gotta make sure it takes, right?”

“Don’t worry about it. We’ve got plenty of time to practice.”

hope you enjoyed!

[hoedamn-eron]

mad sweeney - overstimulation

Kinktober Day 1 - Overstimulation

Warnings: 18+, minors, DNI. Overstimulation. Sweeney refers to reader as 'lass'. Some swearing. Word count: 950 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Series Masterlist ● Day 2

“No, no, no, Sweeney, please…”

“Just one more, love, that’s all I need, just one more…”

It’s nothing new. When Mad Sweeney reappears into your life, he always wants a hot shower, a drink (a stiff one usually, but you always make him tea), and a comfortable bed.

And a warm pussy to bury himself in. It was usually yours.

He comes stumbling into your house, filthy and slurring his words. You never ask any questions; where he’s been or what he’s been doing, or who he’s been doing it with. All you know is that he wants, needs, your help, even if it’s just for a few hours. So, you lead him to your shower, where he barely fits, and you make him the cup of tea. You wash his clothes and He’s usually sobered up enough after the shower to drink the tea then pass out in your bed with you.

This time round was no different. However, this morning, he decided to wake you up with his head between your legs and an orgasm or two.

Or five.

Maybe six.

You lost count a while ago.

Your fingers are buried in his red hair and you’re pushing him further into your pussy, like you weren’t just begging him to stop his onslaught on you. It’s gotta be illegal, the way he was making you feel, his tongue and his fingers working you up to another orgasm, as he promised.

“Sweeney,” you gasped, your back arching. “Please, please, please, please…”

He didn’t deem to give you an answer, just look up at you with the dirtiest look possible, from those hazel eyes of his, and that was all it took for another orgasm to glide down your spine. After a few more flicks of his tongue against your abused clit, you came with a loud cry. You felt more than heard Sweeney groan into you, his fingers thrusting into you, helping you ride out your orgasm.

You were shaking your head as the pleasure subsided, but Sweeney was already working at you again, feeling like a warm buzz throughout your body. “One more.”

“That’s what…what you said three orgasms ago,” you breathe, giving a small laugh as your eyes closed. You knew you weren’t getting out of this anytime soon.

You felt him give a breathy chuckle against your pussy before he leaned back in. Your nerves were on fire, and you couldn’t stop shaking. You could feel your fingers tightening in Sweeney’s hair, trying to anchor yourself as he licked and sucked at your clit. You felt as if you would float away if you didn’t.

“Ye’re being so good for me, sweetheart,” Sweeney muttered. “Just takin’ all I’m givin’ you.”

You give a high pitched, weak whine from deep in your throat as you feel yourself about to cum again, seeing stars behind your eyes as your orgasm builds quickly and suddenly. You shook and screamed his name as you thrash on the bed, as if trying to get away, another wave of ecstasy crashing over you as another climax hit you just as powerful as the others. You felt Sweeney hold you down by your hips, keeping you still as he continued his assault on your cunt. You sobbed loudly, and you hadn’t even realised you had started crying. Everything hurt, but it all felt so good.

“Love?” Sweeney asked in a low tone, his fingers stilling in you as he looked up at you again with those Goddamn eyes. “You got one more fer me?”

“No, no,” you say, panting, finally looking down at him. “Fuck, Sweeney, I can’t.”

“Ye can,” he muttered against you, not breaking eye contact as he kissed your abused clit.

Tears were falling down your cheeks as you stared at him, and eventually you nodded, barely able to form any words.

“Good lass,” he muttered as his fingers pumped into you again, slowly this time. You let out a low moan, your head tilting back again as your eyes closed, visions of luscious green forests and the metallic taste of gold suddenly overtaking your senses. “That’s it. Have to thank ye for all those times ye’ve taken me in, eh?”

You don’t tell him that you would have taken him in anyway, sex aside. You know he isn’t a man to be tired down, that he wasn’t the man you would take home to meet the parents, but you liked knowing that he was alive…that he’d come to your door okay (as ‘okay’ as he could be anyway).

You feel his tongue on you again, and now you don’t even fight it. Even as you came down orgasm after orgasm, he doesn’t stop, making your whole body tremble with each sweep of his tongue. You were a wreck, drenched in sweat, your own mess, and trembling helplessly. Sweeney finally pulled away, only for him to kneel up high over you, smirking as he fisted himself slowly before wordlessly entering you easily, meeting no resistance with how much he’d been working at you.

You were a goner.

You’re not sure how long you’re actually in bed for, but by the time he’s finished absolutely devouring you and fucked himself into you (with a few extra orgasms for ‘good luck’), your legs can barely support you as you stagger to your bathroom to clean yourself up. You send him a glare over shoulder, leaning on your dresser for support as you feel his cum start to drip out of you.

He merely smirked at you before chuckling. “Need a hand there, love?”

“No, thanks,” you say, stumbling your way into your bathroom. “I’ve had enough of your hands for one day.”

[sarcasticxxstar]

abby fucks you to help stop your cramps.

modern au :) abby is a hardworking girl who loves to provide for her gf.

(God is going to show me this when I try to get into heaven and i’ll just turn around with a grin on my face)

minors don’t interact !!!

your cramps had been killing you all day. right when you woke up the cramps hit you like a damn tidal wave. you even had to call off from work because NOTHING was helping to stop your cramps.

you took way more meds then a doctor would like. you drank all the water. you tried heat, showering, laying in weird ass positions.

you were in hell and nothing was going to stop that.

well, not nothing. your lovely girlfriend, abby, had finally gotten home. she was late from work, which she usually is as she always likes to finish what she starts (*wink*)

the second abby is home she’s getting food into you, making sure you drink water, she’s checking how much meds you have had and doing absolutely anything she can to help you feel more comfortable

no matter how much you protest she keeps trying to comfort you. playing with your hair and giving you a massage. and then during the massage is when the cramps finally start to go away

you gently moan as she works out a knot on your back and abby gets an idea

“you know i read that orgasms alleviate cramps” she says it extremely nonchalant and your face goes bright red at the thought.

and soon her fingers are fucking into you and it’s so hard to feel embarrassed because your cramps are being replaced with so much pleasure

each time you moan or whine abby’s grin grows ten times wider, but she’s still not satisfied.

slowly abby starts sucking and kissing all over your thighs while her fingers pump into you

she’s definitely leaving hickeys all over your thighs but all you can feel is a a tight band form in your stomach

“harder abs… baby i need more” and abby grins against your skin. her mouth slowly latches onto your clit as she fucks you even tougher

her tongue laps your clit over and over and you’re a god damn mess. abby just sucks harder and goes deeper. your moans are turning pornographic at this point and abby is not fucking stopping anytime soon.

“i’m gonna cum! fuck abby right there.” abby’s added a third finger and is going as deep as physically possible. she moans at your words and the vibration on your clit is what sends you over the edge. it leaves you cumming all over her face and she eagerly licks it up despite the blood.

while your breathing heavily and coming down from the high you feel abby shift beside you.

“how about we take advantage of that wetness and get out the strap? would my pretty slut like that?”

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

68 + 96?

68 Husbands In Love + 96 “Take That” Kiss/“Shut Up” Kiss

Hello!! Thank you for sending, I know the prompt was husbands in love, but I've been writing husbands non stop and was feeling nostalgic for boys in love (and denial) and thought i'd have a little fix it fun

as always my fics exist in my own cinematic universe where the cta is not a centrally organized transit system and is actually the most convenient form of public transit to use

“Did you just kiss me to shut me up?” Ian asked suddenly.

“Jesus Gallagher, keep asking pussy fucking questions like that and you’re going to get us kicked out for being underage,” Mickey huffed lightly, picking at his beer bottle.

Ian flushed with anger and indignation. Mickey was the one being a fucking pussy, he kissed Ian before robbing Ned’s house, he ran back to the van and kissed Ian like he fucking meant it and for a few minutes while they robbed Ned’s sleeping wife blind, Ian’s mind spun out of control with the possibilities that kiss opened up. 

He’d ridden that high the whole drive back to the Milkovich house, running home like he promised to help dig up the body in his backyard. He even avoided a near disaster with the CPS workers waiting innocuously on the sidewalk, turning the misnamed Gallagher charm up to ten and convincing them to come back later in the week. 

“It’s just that the county is doing rolling water shutoffs this week-and I know it will be a demerit if we don’t have water. But it’s unfair to put us at risk for something entirely under the county’s jurisdiction.” Ian reasoned easily, trying to make sure they don’t walk onto the property as soon as someone unearthed Aunt Gingers rotted corpse. 

They agreed to come back after Friday, because Ian could be incredibly persuasive when he needed to be. And thank god for it because the scene he walked into was a fucking horror show, and that was before Fiona walked in with a femur in her hand. 

They’d all hustled to make the house presentable and keep it that way, and his whole family left to find Frank, so he would actually show his ugly fuckin’ face when they called to talk with the social worker, so Ian was the only one home when he heard a knock at the door.

The last person he expected to see was Mickey Milkovich waiting wide-eyed on his porch. He was wearing jeans and a clean teeshirt with he sleeves in tact. They stared at each other for a moment before Ian finally opened his mouth to ask if Mickey wanted to come in. 

Mickey just scowled and nodded his head towards the street to say come on, Gallagher. Like it was obvious and Ian was the one being difficult, but Ian was just shocked to see Mickey on his porch. Not trying to blend in with the shadows on the street, but standing under the flickering porch light, so he just followed the shorter boy. 

Mickey led him up the stairs to the L, then over the turnstiles and onto the train, they leaned on the pair of train doors and got two stops before Ian worked up the nerve to ask where they were going. 

His question was met with a non-committal shrug, “already pawned a couple of the overpriced trinkets we stole from naughty grandpa, figured I could buy you a beer for bringing us into the deal.”

From the way Mickey was looking up at him through focused eyes, rocking from the wobbling train car, his answer was a long winded way to say I’m taking you out to a bar, please be cool about it for once in your fucking life, Gallagher.

Ian grinned, ducking his head and trying to play it as cool as he possibly could. They got to the bar okay, it was divey little place on the Westside that Ian couldn’t believe Mickey would ever set foot in. Sure, it wasn’t very nice, but Ian wasn’t emitrely sure Mickey knew there was a whole city beyond Chicago’s southside.  

The bartender tried to give Ian a funny look but Mickey just stood in front of him with a nasty glare until she handed over a couple of Old Styles.

The question came when they sat down at a table tucked cozily in one of the corners, Mickey grunted and mumbled at Ian when he tried to coax him into a normal fucking conversation, like they usually did when they hung out at the convenience store. His eyes were bouncing around, scanning the room anxiously, or boring into Ian in a way that made him want to squirm in his seat. 

He seemed cagey, uncomfortable in the bar and in Ian’s presence, so the question was: “Did you just kiss me to shut me up?” 

Mickey’s eyes snapped back to his face, searching and evaluating. “If I wanted to shut you up, kissing wouldn’t be my first option.”

Ian rolled his eyes, “whatever, I just don’t really get what we’re doing here. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you kissed me because you’re jealous and you brought me out here on a date.”

He watched Mickey’s face twitch as the word date fell out of his mouth, so he sighed and continued after a sip of his beer “but I do know better, you kissed me to shut me up and I don’t know why the fuck we’re here. You don’t need to worry about me fucking off completely just ‘cause I like going out with Ned, you’ve got a great ass and we have fun. If that’s all you’ve got for me, I can live with that, but don’t jerk me around like you’ve been doing today.” 

Ian finished his beer and moved to get up. He was playing it a lot cooler than he felt and knew he would probably crumple when he got home, but in that moment he didn’t really care. 

“Gallagher, wait- just sit down” Ian looked at where Mickey was staring up at him with a hand outstretched on the table, finally he added a quiet “please.”

And because Mickey was wearing his hair in that slicked back, pretty boy way Ian liked, looking up at him with pretty blue eyes and worrying his pretty bottom lip, Ian sat back down hesitantly. He tried to stare him down from across the table, but doubted he could pull off threatening to someone like Mickey. To his surprise, Mickey’s bitchy, nonchalant expression crumbled into something sad.

“I don't want to shut you up or anything, you’ve got it all wrong. I did want to… go out with you tonight, like that” Mickey admitted. “But I’ve never really - I don’t date. I don’t have a lot of friends, or hobbies. I’m not very smart, or funny and I think that as sad as it is, my life is going downhill from here, so I’m not really sure what we’re doing here either.”

“I’m a fucking asshole” Mickey looked up at him finally, daring him to disagree “and this, this thing we’re doing is stupid, and dangerous but I kissed you because I wanted to.”

Ian sat in shock, his mind spinning. Of all the things Mickey could have said, that was nowhere near what he was expecting. 

“I think you’re really funny” was the first thing he could think to blurt out “and probably pretty smart, if you actually tried to use your head for anything.”

Mickey stared at him with a blank expression and the air turned awkward around them, Ian exhaled a quiet sigh “Can you just be normal with me? I like you, a lot. I would want to be your friend even if we weren’t hooking up, so let’s just hang out. Can we do that?”

That earned Ian a grin, finally. Mickey was easy to talk to when he wasn’t so deep in his own head spinning himself into agitated circles. He was surprisingly non-judgmental of Ian’s blunt, stupid humor and unusual moralistic view of the world, as much as he had a worldview at sixteen years old. 

Ian got buzzed off three beers and they left when the bar closed down. The streets were pretty empty since it was a weeknight, and Ian boldly grabbed his wrist in a hard grip and pulled him into a darkened ally. 

Mickey pushed a little but mostly allowed himself to get backed against the warm bricks of a nearby building by two of Ian’s strong hands snaking down his sides to settle on his hips. It felt like he’d wanted to do this a hundred times before, so Ian took just a second to grin, joyful and a bit gloating, before leaning in.

Hope you had fun!! :)

[prettyboyrry]

hi!! this is my first little piece of writing for TLOU (in abby’s perspective) i’m putting on here kind of nervous but here it is :) hope you enjoy and feel free to message me if you have request or things you didn’t particularly like about it i’m always up for suggestions!

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"i- well, never"

“what?”

her face goes bright red at her confession.

me and my girlfriend, of only 2 weeks were going back and forth asking questions about each other when we ventured off into the more personal side of things. i had asked her how many times she gets off a day when she answered this.

"um, i don't know i just never really learned how to," her face is downcast while she fiddles with her fingers.

"let me get this straight" i can't help my teasing tone of voice, "you've never touched yourself?"

she clears her throat before speaking, still not making eye contact.

“n-no"

"sweetheart why are you so nervous?" i laugh, "this is not a bad thing at all"

"i know," she finally musters up the courage to look at me "but like i've never done anything to myself, much less anyone else so this is all really new, and you're so experienced and have been with other girls who are more experienced than me. and i wanna be able to make you feel good but i'm not sure how, i'm sorry i'm rambling"

my god she is cute.

"which is why we're gonna explore this together." i reassure her, "yes, i've been with a few girls but every girl is different and not everyone likes the same things so we're both going to be learning each other's bodies and that's okay.

she yelps when i pull her small body to sit on my lap.

i plant slobbery kisses up her neck before whispering in her ear.

"did you wanna try?"

she immediately turns her head to me with a shocked look on my face.

"wha- like, um, now?" she stammers nervously.

"yeah lovie, do you wanna cum?"

she goes impossibly redder, hiding her face in my neck.

"yeah" she whispers shyly into my ear.

"alright hop up" i tell her.

once she's sitting beside me, i grab a pillow, folding it over my thigh.

"you're gonna come sit on my thigh" i state "you can either keep your underwear on or take it off, whatever makes you comfortable."

she ponders her options and then straddles my thigh, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"i'm going to keep them on today" she murmurs.

"okay my love" i reply, "now i want you to move your hips back and forth on the pillow"

she looks at me hesitantly, before her hips start to move slowly. i can't tell when her clit gets good friction when her hips stutter for a second while she tries to catch her breath.

"you're doing so good sweet girl, go faster if you need to" i speak softly.

"sorry, i um, this is a lot" she stammers.

"none of that, you're doing nothing wrong." i assure her.

she starts to go faster and her breath picks up.

"oh god abby" she moans involuntarily.

she lays her head onto neck and begins digging her hips harder and faster into my thigh, scratching down my back in the best way possible.

"i need more" she whines into my ear.

i take the initiative and let my hands rest on her hips while i guide her hips to go faster.

"yes yes yes, please" i can tell she's close.

"i think, oh fuck, i think im cumming" she warns.

"cum baby" i demand.

"fuck fuck fuck, i cant, oh god to much" she cries out, biting my shoulder to keep herself quiet.

"nu uh" i tut, pulling her by the ponytail so she's looking at me. "let me hear you"

"i'm cumming baby" she says softly, tears streaming down her face.

all it takes, is my thigh to move and she's spilling onto my leg. her body is twitching sporadically and i can only see the whites of her eyes. i keep moving her waist so she can ride out her high but let go when she pushes them off for being too much.

after a few minutes of her leaning onto my shoulder i finally speak.

"c'mon sweet girl, let's get you cleaned up" i say sweetly not wanting to startle her.

she pulls her face out of my shoulder, her legs still lightly shaking.

"um, i think i made a mess" she says shyly with a red face.

i give her a confused look before following her gaze to see her arousal puddle she left on the pillow.

"oh baby" i say through my teeth, holding myself back from fucking the shit out of her.

"im sorry" she says quietly i barley hear her.

"baby that's the hottest shit ive ever seen"

[colorfuleclipse]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘦 + 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨

genre; smut hcs

warnings; afab!reader, use of pet names (baby/princess), so fluffy tbh, handjob, fingering, cream pie, wholesome (can you tell i was in a mood writing this LMAO)

this absolute sweetheart

bodyworshipbodyworshipbodyworship

also praise oh my jesus christ

when he’s in a passionate mood (v common actually he’s a passionate guy in general)

he takes his time, like i’m talking hours

genuinely curious about what makes your body react and will spend most of the time on foreplay

he cares so much and is so affectionate and attentive, he just wants to show you how much he loves you

has you in his lap, his fingers deep inside you trailing kisses over your neck

whispers little endearing things

“you’re so perfect baby”

“it’s ok princess tell me how good it feels”

“your moans are so cute, i love your voice”

“you’re so gorgeous it’s driving me crazy”

says the most butterfly inducing things with the sweetest voice, so sickeningly sweet it makes you shake in his hold

and every time you do shiver at his words he lets out a little laugh making you whine, he just kisses you and keeps going

he could spend hours drawing shapes on your clit or guiding your hips on his thigh or playing with your nipples

you try to make him feel good too and he lets you, but he won’t let you entirely pleasure him

he Has to be touching you and making you feel good too

handjob and fingering while making out is his favorite, you’re both so dizzy but you couldn’t care less

the kisses are sloppy but gentle and you’re both moaning in each others mouths

you stop because you want him to cum inside and when he hears that he just about passes out

the thought of cumming inside your perfect pussy has him a little more eager than he previously was

he’s kissing all over your face and down your jaw to distract you while he stretches you out

groaning occasionally over how amazingly you take him, once he bottoms out he thinks hes just about in heaven

stays still for a good while to just cradle you and play with your hair and whisper to you about how perfect you are and how much he loves being intimate with you :(

once you ask him to move with a whine he giggles at you and kisses you deeply

you both moan into the kiss as he starts moving, the slow but steady motions making your heads spin

he’s so big and at the pace he’s going you could map him out just by feeling him, the way he moves making you lightly grind with him

his head hurried into your neck, quiet moans and groans as he tries to focus on giving you hickies and feeling you with his hands

“fuck it feels so good, so so good for me baby”

constant praises leaving his mouth over how good you are to him and how he feels like the luckiest man alive for this

praise him back and you’ll feel him shiver under you, whines and subtle whimpers leaving him over the idea that you’re just as infatuated with him as he is with you

making out with your tongues dancing and bodies pressed as tightly together as possible, hands messily in each others hair and grazing over each others most sensitive areas

his size is so perfect it makes you see stars and before long you’re squeezing him tight and coating his cock with all you can give

he didn’t forget what you said earlier wanting to cum in you so bad, the feeling of you tightening around him and holding onto him like your life depended on it only making him drown in you more

“shhh just a little more angel, f-fuck i know i got you hold on a little longer ok?”

once he finally does cum he swears he’s on top of the world, the feeling so good he can’t imagine anything better

kissing you so hard his lips are swollen and glossy when he pulls away, his eyes meeting yours with the most lovesick look you’ve ever seen

he bursts into giggles and buries his head into your neck again squeezing you into a tight hug telling you he loves you and wouldn’t trade that for anything ever

once he comes down from his little romantic high he pulls out and you guys get cleaned up, seeing both of your cum leaking out of you filling him with that giddy feeling and making him wanna do it all over again

[autisticlancemcclain]

“You’re a dumbass.”

Keith takes a moment to stick his tongue out at him. “Am not.”

“Are too,” Lance says, shaking his head fondly. “You do not think before you do things. I love you, babe, but you have zero risk assessment abilities.”

“I do so have risk assessment abilities! Right now I am assessing the risk, and I used my abilities to asses that it is so, totally worth it!”

“It’s worth it for you now, you goober. But in a few hours you’ll be singing a different tune.”

Keith shrugs, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. “That sounds like a future Keith problem.”

Lance rolls his eyes. “Seriously. You’re such a dumbass. Hunk makes you various other treats that no one is allowed to touch specifically because you can’t eat ice cream without Suffering the Consequences. And yet.”

“And yet,” Keith agrees, like the dumbass he is.

God, Lance loves his dorky boyfriend so much. He is going to have so much fun being smug when Keith is suffering later. This dating shit is great.

———

Lance is a light sleeper. Always has been. And when he was sleeping on his own, he dealt with it pretty easily with an eye mask and headphones and other such things. But sharing a bed every night means that it’s kind of difficult to wear a bunch of sleep gear without disrupting Keith, and besides, as much as being a light sleeper is kind of annoying, it does mean he’s up easier for any kind of light night…activities. So it kind of cancels out.

But right now, Lance is very happy about being a light sleeper, because he’s up the very second he hears his boyfriend mutter a low “oh, fuck” and try to extract himself from Lance’s arms and to the washroom without waking Lance up.

Lance smirks to himself. Ha. As if Keith is going to escape his mocking. Lance warned the fucker. It is high time that he rubs it in and says ‘I told you so’ as many times as he possibly can.

“Where’re y’going?” Lance mumbles, pretending to be more asleep than he is and tightening his arms around Keith’s waist.

Keith sees right through him easily. “You know exactly where I’m going, you dick. Let me go.”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” Lance says, smirking. “You’ll have to enlighten me.”

Keith sighs. He knows damn well that he is at the disadvantage here, and like hell is he going to out-stubborn Lance when he’s the one on the time limit.

Ha. Sucker.

God, Lance loves being in love. This shit is the best.

“If I admit that you were right, will you let me and my poor stomach go suffer in peace?”

“Mm. You have the call yourself the king of all dumbasses first and admit that I am correct all of the time.”

“You’re correct some of the time.”

“I can hear your stomach trying to kill itself, babe. Don’t think you’re in the position to be negotiating.”

Look. If Keith was really desperate, Lance wouldn’t be stopping him. He’s not cruel. Plus, as much as Lance is no slacker, Keith will always be able to kick his ass at hand to hand, so if he really needed to flee that quickly, he could.

But if there’s one thing Keith is, it’s a total sucker for Lance and all of Lance’s bullshit. And Lance loves taking advantage of that, because he’s a known butthead.

“I am the king of all dumbasses and you are always right,” Keith deadpans. “Now let me go, asshole.”

Lance does, smirking as Keith scrambles to their ensuite and re-burying himself in the blankets. Keith’ll be a while.

Lance is half asleep by the time Keith finally crawls back into bed. “If you listen to me more often bad things wouldn’t keep happening to you,” he mumbles as they get comfortable again.

“You are so mean to me,” Keith grouches back. But he presses a kiss to Lance’s cheek anyway.

Ha. Sucker. He’s so lucky he has Lance.

[purplecoffee13]

‘Heaven’s On Fire’ - thin lines pt. 1*

“I want it all, give me what you got. It’s hunger in your eyes. I’m getting closer, baby hear me breathe” ~ Heaven’s On Fire by KISS

Summary: “You meet the infamous rockstar Harry Styles after your opera performance. He is an arrogant and self-centered prick, but you can't help but feel incredibly attracted to him.”

Wc: 4.6k

Tropes: rockstar!Harry X opera singer!MC

Warnings: oral (fem!receiving), Harry being a cocky asshole, degradation, dirty talk, mention of exhibitionism, dom & sub, slight age gap (19 & 23)

A/N: Hey! Welcome to this new series of mine! This will include a little bit of darker Harry, so don’t expect a lot of lovey dovey things here. Isn’t proof read so sorry for mistakes. Also be sure to check every chapter’s warnings before u go on with reading

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The Opera.

Of all places, that's where Harry's team had decided to send him to give him some 'good press'. It was absolutely ridiculous. He wasn't even allowed to bring a date. They knew he'd run off with them.

In a black suit, Harry stood outside in the common room of the theatre, waiting for the dreadful announcement that the two hours of high notes and absurd costumes could commence. He ran his hands through his now long hair, which he had spent a year growing out. It was freshly washed, and parts of his curls were still damp.

A guiding hand was put on Harry's back by Rob, his manager, and he was led to their seats. Harry was still being a grump to his manager, but Rob was used to it by now.

Harry had tarnished his image enough over the past two years, and he was in dire need of a clean slate. The media would only be so nice before sales started to decline.

It was a difficult job, what Rob had been put up to. While Harry's band mates knew how to keep their antics hidden from the public eye, Harry reveled in being in it. Mikey, his drummer and lifelong friend, had once called him a proper psychopath after two consecutive nights in a sex club somewhere deep in Hollywood.

There was no denying it, Harry had completely changed from the moment he came into the public eye. He wasn't the sweetest kid, but he'd always been pretty decent. But the flash of the cameras, the whiskeys and the lines of coke were enough to change a man. For the better, he thought. The people around him had a different opinion about it, but he didn't care. As long as he delivered on stage, no one batted an eye at him.

And he did deliver, both on stage and off of it. More than half of the bands' songs were written by Harry, whose impeccable songwriting proved itself time and time again.

But over the last few months, there had been one too many brawls at clubs, where paparazzi would catch a coked out Harry trying to beat up some local guy. It was also becoming difficult for the media to keep track on the amount of women he was fucking, and above all, his outspoken, atheist outlook on live didn't help much either.

So, Rob had sent Harry to a few socially acceptable events, where he'd have to make small talk and be nice, and look like he was actually dressed for the occasion.

Harry hated it, and he despised Rob for thinking going the opera would be a good idea. Nevertheless, he sat down, slightly slouched, and tried not to sigh too hard as he waited for the lights to dim.

It'd be a good way to get some sleep; he'd need it.

Harry had already closed his eyes for a few minutes when all of a sudden an angelic voice hit his ear drums, your voice. His eyes softly fluttered open, and he was met with the sight of an actual angel. Well, at least he thought.

On stage, you singing with such adoration and love in her voice that Harry could feel it, and despite not knowing what the play could've possibly been about as he had not informed himself, he knew your character was supposed to be in love. 

From that second on, Harry's eyes were wide open. He'd rest them whenever you were not there, and was wide awake as soon as you, his little nightingale, would bless the room with your presence and your voice again. As the opera slowly worked its way to its climax, Harry leaned over to Rob.

"I need you to get me backstage."

"Why?" Rob turned to his client, a frown on his face.

"She has a beautiful voice. I want to tell her in person." He turned to his manager, who was eyeing him skeptically. Of course he thought Harry was getting in there for a quick fuck, and while those were exactly his intentions, he didn't need Rob to know. "What? You were the one who wanted me to have respectable acquittances."

"Right... you're right. I'll be back in a minute." He said before getting up and tasking care of Harry's commands.

Harry couldn't do anything else for the rest of the play other than think about his little nightingale in all the ways he wanted to have you.

(((|)))

Opening night was the most nerve racking thing you had ever experienced, but despite your fears, the opera had played out wonderfully. The overwhelming amount of applause at the end made you tear up, and the first few minutes back in your changing room consisted of nothing but staring out into the distance, thinking about how lucky you were to have ended up where you had.

You had always wanted to sing, ever since you was a little girl. You had always had the gift, but your parents didn't really believe in the unstable career that came with singing as a profession. That was, until you were accepted for the role of Liesl von Trapp in a sound of music musical held in the region's biggest theatre and ended up being scouted by your current manager, Reece.

This role was your ticket into the business, he'd said. After this, you would be able to work your way to what you truly wanted to do. Write songs. It was all you've ever wanted to do, but your operatic voice was the gateway into record deals.

'You need to be heard first, then you can write your story'. That's what Reece had told you, and you trusted him. Your succes was money straight into his pockets, so he would do what was best for you and your career, at least you assumed.

Your rattling mind was interrupted by a knock on your door. You watched through the mirror as the door opened, and Reece popped in.

"Good job, Y/N, truly." He said as he walked over to you. You turned around to get up and gave him a hug, your stomach tingling at the smell of his perfume. Reece always smelled very good.

You had slowly started to develop a slight crush on your manager. At first, you weren't attracted to him at all. In fact, you knew he had a girlfriend of a couple years so the thought never even entered your mind.

But then, one night, after a business dinner, Reece offered to get a drink at the local bar. You agreed and together you took off the a dive bar near the restaurant. It was a very fun night and you both got quite tipsy, and barriers had slowly faded. His hand lingered on yours very long, as did his gaze. And he knew just what to say to make you blush, then outwardly admitted he liked to get you flustered.

Since that night, Reece has been a confusing push and pull game for you. Some days he is extra touchy, others he acts like you're not even close to being friends. He doesn't like it when you talk to other guys, he'll act very distant and walk around with his jaw clenched, but at the important events he always brings his girlfriend. It's excruciating, but the second he touches you, all the bad parts of him fade into the nothingness.

"There is someone who wanted to compliment you in person." He says with a smirk on his face, and you tilt your head at the twinkle in his eyes.

You had to try your hardest not to let your mouth fall open as none other than Harry Styles walked through the door. His tall frame, dressed in a black suit, strolled into the room with his hands on his back. His long hair fell over his shoulders and you didn't think you'd ever seen a prettier man in your life.

"Harry, this is Y/N Y/L/N. And Y/N, this is Harry Styles." Reece introduced you two as you walked towards Harry to shake his hand.

"I know— I mean, nice to meet you." You corrected yourself quickly in hopes of not seeming like too much of a fan girl. Harry and his band had made some awesome songs and you had always been fascinated with his songwriting. You felt like you were in a dream.

"Nice to meet you too." His low voice made your cheeks heat up, and he caught it. The corners of his mouth tugged up, and then he turned to Reece. "My manager wanted to talk to you. He's outside."

Reece nodded, but stayed put. "I'll contact him."

Harry's nice gaze turned a bit cold. Could that guy not take a hint? Or did he not want to? Nevertheless, Harry didn't like not getting his way. Then, as if the gods had decided to favor him, Reece's phone rang. He silently excused himself as he slowly walked towards the door.

"Hi baby... yes, I'm in Y/N's dressing room right now— no I'll be right down there." He said, looking at you the whole time. You tried to ignore the pang in your chest at the sound of him talking to his girlfriend, who he of course belonged to. "Come on, babe, you know— okay, okay, fine."

He hung up the phone and put it in his pocket, a sigh leaving his mouth. "I'll be back shortly."

Then, Reece was gone. Open field, Harry thought.

He didn't miss the way you looked at Reece, but he didn't give two shits about that. Harry could make you forget about him in fifteen minutes, if you'd let him.

You were standing in front of him, not very sure of what to do or say, so Harry decided to be the one to talk first.

"You did a really great job on that stage." He complimented you, and you looked down at the floor, a sweet smile on your face while you fiddled with your hands.

"Thank you." You replied, forcing yourself to meet his eyes as you didn't want to be rude. "I... uhm, I really like your music. Your songwriting is amazing."

"Yeah?" Harry smirked, taking the smallest step towards you, and your eyes widened like a deer in headlights. You were very nervous for a multitude of reasons, and his raspy voice didn't make it any less scary to talk to him.

"Yes, I can always feel your lyrics, even if it isn't a necessarily familiar experience for me. I don't know how you do it." You beamed as you turned around and walked towards your vanity desk, grabbing the pitcher on it and pouring some water into an empty glass. "Would you like some water?"

When you turned around with the glass in your hand, Harry was standing in front of you, leaned against the back of the couch behind him. You extended your hand out, and he took the glass from you.

"Thank you." He said, and you nodded.

"Was it not too boring? The opera, I mean." You couldn't help but ask. You'd always felt like they were a bit of a yawn, but being on stage was so thrilling that it wasn't half as boring as it might've been for the audience. Harry raised his eyebrows.

"With you in it? Absolutely not." He shook his head before taking a sip from the water, and you couldn't contain the smile that crept onto your face. Harry thought it was adorable, how much his words affected you, the rose colored cheeks that came with it. Your doe eyes that looked up at him with a desperation to please, to be liked. It was innocent, and that was dangerous, for the both of you.

Harry just wanted to take you right then and there and show you all the ways you could please him, then reward you with a string of orgasms for yourself. But he had a feeling that was a bit of a foreign concept to you, something that only made him want you more.

You were leaning against your vanity desk with your hands leaning on the table, when Harry got up and stalked towards you. Just the way he walked was so intimidating and a bit scary; you felt like you had to run. Your heart began to beat faster with every step he took towards you until finally he stood in front of you, way closer than necessary. He leaned forward and you felt your breath hitch in your throat, the smell of his aftershave making you a bit dizzy. A thud on the desk made you jump ever so slightly and upon looking down you saw the glass back on the table.

When your gaze met Harry's again, he had stepped back, knowing exactly what he needed to now. It was evident in his face; he knew you were attracted to him.

You tried to steady your breathing, gripping the desk until your knuckles turned white. He caught you off guard, and you were feeling so many things at once, but somehow it was overruled by the ache between your legs.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked, and at that very moment, you felt like pleading the earth to suck you under.

"What?" You asked, offended by the question. Not because it was necessarily insulting, but she didn't like to think she had the word 'virgin' written on her face. It couldn't have been that obvious, could it?

"I'll take that as a yes." He tilted his head. "So you're not fucking your manager?"

What the fuck?

You were flabbergasted by the rudeness of Harry. You knew he wasn't exactly the sweetest guy around — you didn't miss the news articles about him — but you thought he'd at least be decent in conversation.

"What?! N-no!" Your eyes were wide and you didn't know what to say. If Harry would tell people that you were sleeping with your manager — which you weren't —, Reece would never look at you again. He'd drop you and then your career would be destroyed.

"How old are you?" He went on, not paying attention to the quiver in your voice and the stressed out look on your face.

"Harry, why would you—"

"I asked you a question." He stepped in front of you, towering over you now. The low growl was extremely stern and the sheer sound of his voice made your stomach turn. Whether that was in a good way or bad way, you didn't really know.

"Sorry." You looked up at him, too scared to take your eyes off of him and accidentally pissing him off again. "I’m nineteen.”

Harry’s cock strained in his pants at the way you immediately obeyed him. Your age did explain your virginity though; he thought you were older. Four years was not a very big age difference, but your sexual knowledge did differ a lot. But that didn’t matter, he’d teach you.

“Good girl.” Harry whispered as he took your hand and stepped backward until he could sit on the back rest of the couch again. You slowly walked with him, it only seeming fit if he was holding your hand. He wanted you to follow, and you wanted to follow him. He was unprofessional, and rude, but you still wanted to do everything he said.

“How is it that a pretty girl like you has never been touched before, huh?” He asked, the sweet tone of his voice distracting from the vulgar question that had your eyes nearly pop out of your sockets. When you didn’t answer him, he decided to make up some theories himself. “Are you waiting for your knight in shining armor, hmm? Or are you waiting for your manager to dump his girlfriend and decide to fuck you instead?”

That hit you like a slap in the face. You knew you wouldn’t be able to deny it with a straight face, so you turned around. But upon trying to get away from him, he pulled you back by your wrist until you were standing between his legs, your back against him. He snakes his left arm around your waist to pull you into him, and your eyes widened when you felt something you knew you shouldn’t be feeling.

You did not want to get in trouble, and your heart was racing at the awareness that the door was not locked, but you panties were ruined anyway. If confused you, why the knowledge of this being bad, forbidden or even risky, was making you all the more hot for it.

“It’s okay baby, your secret’s safe with me.” He purred, mouth on your ear after stroking your hair away from it. You spotted the sight of you two in the mirror, and you had to restrain yourself from letting out a whimper.

Harry was good at body language, and thus he knew you wanted him to touch you, even if you were too afraid to admit it yourself. There wasn’t an explicit yes yet, but there wasn’t talks of a ‘no’ either so Harry would carry on.

“You know, baby, I can teach you a thing or two.” He spoke up again, his fingertips stroking over your thigh as he talked to you. You swallowed, not being able to think straight with his breath in your neck and his hands on you like this. “Have you all prepared for when your little manager makes up his mind.”

That piqued your interest. You were quite insecure about the whole situation with Reece, especially because he was so much older and more experienced. You had never even seen a cock in real life, and while you had watched and read a thing or two, you didn’t have any actual sexual experiences — vibrator excluded.

You had always been quite the introvert, and no one ever sparked the desire in you to have sex. You were also the one to run away when things got too real or too intimate, and the unattainable part when it came to Reece is what made your attraction turn into a full blown crush. You could want him from a distance.

But what if the day indeed came, and you were unprepared? Then what? You didn’t want to disappoint Reece. You wanted it to be worth it for him, if he’d ever leave his girlfriend.

“What do you say, baby? Will you let me show you?” He asked, and then started kissing your neck. Involuntarily, your eyes started to roll back, and you felt yourself starting to relax in his hands, but that was only for a second before you came back to your senses.

“Harry… we— I don’t want to be unprofessional.” You squeaked out, trying to pull his arm off your waist, but you weren’t nearly strong enough.

“Weak excuse.” Harry scoffed, his fingers nearing the fabric of your black mini dress, now dangerously close to your soaked underwear. You shut your eyes tightly, trying to think of a better reason not to do this, but your mind wasn’t helping you at all.

“The door is unlocked.” You sounded out of breath, and it made Harry grin. You were trying so hard to resist, it would be easier and more enjoyable if you just gave in.

“That’s true.” Harry agreed, and you sighed, not sure whether it was out of relief or disappointment. “But you like that, don’t you? The idea that you could get caught any time.”

Harry’s fingers were grazing your panties, and he chuckled at the feeling of drenched fabric against his hand. He let you out of his grip and moved you until you were standing straight. He waited for a few seconds, but you weren’t moving. You were waiting, for him. The smirk on his face reached from ear to ear as he reveled in how right he was about you. He hiked up your dress a bit and pulled down your panties, letting them fall to your feet.

In a swift move, he pulled you back against him again, your bare ass now pressed against his jeans. He groaned at the sight of it, but focused back you. Then, he caught it, the way you were staring at you and him through the mirror. He met your eyes through the glass, and feeling like you’d been caught, you quickly looked away. In a matter of seconds, Harry’s hand was on your chin, directing your head back to the tall reflective glass.

“No, no. Watch yourself.” He ordered, before grazing his fingers over your slit. You gasped at the contact, and your head tilted back ever so slightly. Harry took it as a sign of full compliance; he knew better than to wait on a verbal answer by now. He knew you wouldn’t admit it, because it would be easier to pretend like it didn’t happen afterwards.

From that moment, Harry begin to suck on your neck as he rubbed circles on your clit, and held you in place with his free hand.

“You never answered my question, love.” He said lowly. “Tell me, do you like the idea of getting caught?”

“Yes.” You whispered, the confession feeling to scandalous to say it in anything other than a hushed tone.

“That’s what I thought.” Harry said proudly, fingers nearing your entrance. You whimpered in slight pain when two of his fingers slid inside you at the same time. It was easy, because of how wet you were, but it besides your vibrator there had never really been anything in there before, and it had been a while since your vibrator.

“God, you’re fucking tight.” Harry groaned in delight, mostly to himself. His fingers curled inside of you and your entire body jerked up. He held you into place with his other arm, but the devilish smile on his face wasn’t missed by you. You were still watching his every move through that mirror. “And so reactive.”

“Harry… what if someone walks in?” You tried to argue, and you weren’t even sure why because if it were up to you, his fingers would stay inside of you forever. But you still felt like you were breaking the rules, like you were betraying Reece. Which, you instantly realized, was absolutely ridiculous because he was currently with his girlfriend.

“I think we just established that you wouldn’t care very much about that, and I don’t either.” He rasped, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a lazy pace. “And you’ll do whatever I tell you, won’t you?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Exactly.” He planted a few kisses in your neck. “So even if someone would walk in, I wouldn’t stop until I have you cumming all over my fingers.”

You let out a soft moan at the sinful image he created with his words, and he let his free hand travel to your clit as he started fingering you faster and faster.

“Yeah? You like that, baby?” His voice was becoming more strained with every second, because he was trying his hardest to keep himself from cumming inside his pants. Especially when you hummed in agreement.

He didn’t have this problem with other people, but then again he didn’t take this much time with others. You were different, in this sense. Harry knew that he needed to ease you into this, otherwise you’d never agree. And there was something about you, he guessed it was your pure aura, that made him want you more than he had ever wanted a girl before. He needed to fuck you, so he wouldn’t mind taking a detour.

“Can you see it yet, him walking through the door and seeing your little pussy getting wrecked by my fingers?” He knew you were getting dangerously close to your orgasm. “Tell me.”

“Shit— yes!” You cried out, not being able to think straight with that vision clouding your mind.

“But you wouldn’t stop me, would you? You’d let me fuck you with my fingers until I’ve had enough, right?” He asked, but you knew these were all rhetoric questions. Harry knew you were completely at his mercy, and somehow he had found out how much you got off on that too.

“Yeah— ah! I… would.” Your legs had began to shake and you knew your high was just around the corner. Harry wasn’t slowing down, and neither were the gasps and whimpers that left your mouth as he worked his magic on your clit with his other hand.

“You’d even let me fuck you in front of him if I wanted to, wouldn’t you? Fuck you stupid against that mirror while he watches you fall apart for me. You’d get off on it.”

“Harry!” You begged. You just wanted a release at this point, and you were on the brink of it. He rubbed your clit harder, and you began to see stars.

“Go on, you can cum now, knowing you’re nothing more but a desperate slut, just begging to be my personal fuck toy.” He said, as you came all over his fingers with a string of agreeing words leaving your mouth. “There you go, you wanted it so bad, huh? Good fucking girl.”

You panted as Harry’s fingers worked you through your high, and you had let your body lean against him, too tired to hold yourself up. You were extremely out of breath, but barely had time to recover when there was a knock on your door. You stepped forward, away from Harry, and pulled your dress down. Turning around and leaning against the vanity just like you were before Harry decided to give you an orgasm.

In the mean time, Harry had leaned down and grabbed your panties, quickly stuffing them in his pockets.

“C– come in!” Your voice sounded hoarse, but you acted like nothing happened as an unfamiliar head peeked around the door. Harry turned around to see who it was and smiled at the man who had knocked.

“Hey, Rob!” He said, sounding way too smug and casual for your liking.

“Thought I’d find you here.” Rob said, sounding a little bit disappointed with Harry, and you crossed your arms, feeling too naked, still. It felt like this Rob guy could see right through you and Harry’s antics, and you were feeling very exposed at the moment. Harry got up and winked at you before making his way towards the door.

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N. See you soon.” He said, earning a frown from both you and Rob. Harry didn’t look back as he walked out the door, Rob following him as he said his goodbyes too. You awkwardly waved, feeling extremely confused, turned on and fucked out at the same time.

You sighed, exhilaration coursing through your veins. You jumped when Reece’s voice sounded from the other side of the room all of a sudden.

“Hey, you alright?” He asked, suspicious with the look on your face. You faked a smile, and nodded.

“Yeah, just… overwhelmed.” You shrugged. Technically you were telling the truth. You were overwhelmed, just with the orgasm you just had rather than the show of tonight.

“Let’s go to the party, I need to introduce you to some people.” Reece said, sending that there was something with your answer that didn’t make it entirely truthful.

“I’ll meet you out there in a minute.” You smiled innocently, and he nodded before walking out the door. You sighed the moment the door shut, and leaned down to grab your panties, only to realize that they weren’t there.

Bastard!

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